Nortabs

[G]Much has been said of the [C]strumpets of yore
Of [D]wenches and bawdy house [G]queens by the score
But [G]I sing of the baggage that w[C]e all adore,
The L[Am]andlord's D[D]aughter


You'll n[C]ever love an[G]other
Altho[Am]ugh she's not the kind of girl
To take home to your m[D]other

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Her [G]ale it is lively and str[C]ong to the taste
It is br[D]ewed with discretion and n[G]ever with haste
You can h[G]ave all you like If you sw[C]ear not to waste
The L[Am]andlord's D[D]aughter


And, wh[C]en her name is m[G]entioned
The p[Am]arts of every gentleman
Do stand up at att[D]ention



Oh, n[C]othing can del[G]ight so
As d[Am]oes the part that lies between

Her left toe
And her r[D]ight toe