Album: The Wicker Man
Much has been said of the strumpets of yore
Of wenches and bawdy house queens by the score
But I sing of the baggage that we all adore
The landlord's daughter
Oh, her lips are as rose as her wine is a treat
Her whiskey is good and her finger is neat
And while she is serving her bitter she's sweet
The landlord's daughter
You'll never love another
Although she's not the kind of girl
To take home to your mother
Her ale, it is lively and strong to the taste
It is brewed with discretion and never with haste
You can have all you like if you swear not to waste
The landlord's daughter
And, when her name is mentioned
The parts of every gentleman
Do stand up at attention
Now the ? of the blossom and all of the country
She takes off the garter and ? in town
The dolly who keeps her red heart of renown
But I'll take the landlord's daughter
For nothing so delight so
As the part that lies between
Her left toe, and her right toe