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

You'll never love another

Although she's not the kind of girl

To take home to your mother

The Landlord's Daughter

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

The Landlord's Daughter

Oh, nothing can delight so

As does the part that lies between

Her left toe

And her right toe

The Landlord's Daughter