The Publican's Daughter (1856)A Song By H. H. Than the beer which she served,
Her complexion was clearer :
Than the price which she charged
For that beer she was dearer. And stronger than spirits,
For spirits they water ;
Was my love for fair Ellen,
The publican's daughter. Oh! why did she add
To my score on the shutter ;
And tell me to pay,
Or be something'd or other. Alas! false as fair,
She was not what I thought her,--
The gentlest, the dearest,
Best publican's daughter. Alas! that another,
My pewter is filling;
That she charged one-and-four-pence,
Instead of a shilling.
Alas! that she cheated : Alas! that I caught her;
And, alas ! for my love
For the publican's daughter. Notes From the Sydney newspaper Bell's Life in Sydney and Sporting Reviewer 26 Jul 1856 p, 2.
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