American Old Time Song Lyrics: 26 Mrs Bradys Daughter

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 26

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Copyright, 1880, by Wm. H. Kennedy.

Mrs. Brady, a widow lady,
Has a daughter that I adore;
I go to court her across the water
Every Sunday afternoon at four.
She sings so sweetly, she dresses so neatly,
So like a fairy she trips the floor;
She's good society, site's full of piety,
And her mother keeps a little candy store.

Dainty feet, measured beat,
Trips the street, oh! so neat;
Dresses sweet, what a treat,
And her mother keeps a candy store.
Her name is Norah, I do adore her,
She's like an angel, my heart is sore;
She's such a daisy, she sets me crazy,
And her mother keeps a little candy store.

Every Sunday, and often Monday,
With the family I go to dine;
And the daughter, I do escort her
Every evening till the clock strikes nine.
One Summer evening the moon was beaming,
I said I loved her as dear as life;
She blushed completely, and smiled so sweetly,
Yet she promised she would be my darling wife.-Chorus.
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