Dressed in a Dolly Varden
While promenading the other day I chanc'd to stray, in careless way,
I met a pretty girl, she looked so gay Dress'd in a Dolly Varden,
I said, "My dear, now draw it mild, I like your style," she gave a smile,
I follow'd her for fully a mile Eyeing her Dolly Varden.
Dress'd in her Dolly Varden, Dressed in her Dolly Varden,
On the 'luminated Pier, I saw my little dear,
Down, Yes, down on the Beachat Brighton.
The band was playing on the Pier, It enchanted the ear of my little dear,
I thought the music I'd like to hear, So I follow'd the Dolly Varden
I said "My dear, can I dance with you," That will never do, with a stranger too,
What would Ma say if she knew I had on my Dolly Varden?
Her Dolly Varden look'd like silk, Or London mild, which is finer thatn sild,
She said "Sir, it's out of Ma's bed quilt I've made a Dolly Varden,"
I saw her home that very night, The moon shone bright, my heart was light,
I popp'd the question and now it's all right, I'm to marry the Dolly Varden
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