| Lyrics: | A landlady of France loved an officer, 'tis said
And the officer he dearly loved his
brandy-o.
Now said she ""I dearly love this officer, tho' his nose is red
And his legs are
what the regiment calls bandy-o.
2. But when this bandy officer was ordered to the
coast,
Then she tore her lovely locks that looked so sandy-o
""Now goodbye, my love,"" said
she, ""when you write please pay the post,
But before we part we'll take a drop of brandy-o.""
3. ""Take a bottle of it with you,"" to the officer she said,
""In your tent, you
know, my love will be the dandy-o""
""You're right, my dear,"" said he, ""for a tent is very
damp
And 'tis better in my tent to take some brandy-o""
4. So she filled him up a
bumper just before he left the town,
With another for herself so neat and handy-o.
And to
keep their droopin' spirits up the poured the spirits down,
For love is like the colic, cured
with brandy-o. |
