ET them sing of their primrose and cowslip, Their daffodil-gold-coloured hair,
Their bluebells, blue eyes, and white violets, All the pale dreamy things they find fair;
Give me stir of brown leaves in the sunshine, The whir of brown wing...
Young Ben he was a nice young man, A carpenter by trade; And he fell in love with Sally Brown, That was a lady's maid
But as they fetch'd a walk one day, They met a press-gang crew; And Sally she did faint away, Whilst Ben he was brought to
That brown girl's swagger gives a
To beauty like a Queen,
Lad, never damn your body's
When loveliness is seen
What if his glance is bold and free,
His mouth the lash of whips
So should the eyes of lovers
And so a lovers lips
Little brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes, Come to yo' pappy an' set on his knee
What you been doin', suh — makin' san' pies
Look at dat bib — you's es du'ty ez me
Look at dat mouf — dat's merlasses,
With two white roses on her breasts,
White candles at head and feet,
Dark Madonna of the grave she rests;
Lord Death has found her sweet