The Clam-soup Peddler's Daughter - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
The Clam-Soup Peddler's Daughter. Copyright, 1878, by Sam Devere. 
'Twas a real hot Summer's day, I felt most terribly. So I got up and tore for the big sea shore, And a swim in the deep blue sea; On the beach was a nice young gal, Her feet looked like two hams, On her bended knees, in the cool sea breeze, She was digging for soft-shell clams. 
Chorus 'Twas on Coney Island beach, We flirted And I caught her; I was up above my ears in love, With the clam-soup peddler's daughter. 
I approached this lovely maid, And said, sweet angel dear. As the day is hot, say, would'st thou not Prefer some German beer; But many a word she spoke, This innocent sea-shore lamb, As she dun in the sand, with her sun-cured hand. And pulled out a great big clam.-Chorus. 
When I said, oh, fairest maid, I swear I'll love but thee. She said, you might, but clams don't bite, To-day, by the deep blue sea; She said, when I showed her wealth. And asked her for her hand, Go up to the shop, and ask my pop, He's the fellow with the clam-soup stand. - Chorus.