Standard (EADGBE)
Of wenches and bawdy house queens by the score,
But I sing of a 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
Her elixir is lively and strong to the taste,
It is brewed with discretion, 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
There's nothing that delights so,
As the part that lies between
Her left toe -- and her right toe.
Enjoy, and remember if the audience likes it, it doesn't matter if it is terribly accurate.