Dear Father, Come Down With The Stamps - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Dear Father, Come Down With the Stamps. 
Oh, father, dear father, come down with the stamps, My dressmakers bill is unpaid; she said she would send it right home from the shop As soon as the flounces were made. Come down, come down, come down, Please, father, dear father, come down 
Chorus. Oh, hear the sweet voice of thy child, Who cries in her room all alone; Oh, who could resist her most pitiful tears? So, father, with stamps quick come down 
My new dress from Stewart's is down in the hall. The boy will not leave without pay; I've nothing to sport with, can't go to the ball. So, please, send the shop boy away. Come down, come down, come down, Please, father, dear father, come down.-Chorus. 
Oh, father, dear father, come down with the stamps. My curls are not fit to be seen; The hairdresser said he would not do them up Unless I could pay him fifteen. Come down, come down, come down. Please, father, for Braiteau come down.-Chorus. 
He only asks twenty to give a new set. And take the old hair in exchange: Besides, pa, my waterfall's awfully rough. And so my back hair will look strange. Come down, come down, come down, Please, father, for Braiteau come down.-Chorus.