Mrs Brady's Daughter - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
MRS. BRADY'S DAUGHTER. Copyright, 1880, by Wm. H. Kennedy. 
Mrs. Brady, a widow lady, Has a daughter that I adore; I go to court her across the water Every Sunday afternoon at four. She sings so sweetly, she dresses so neatly, So like a fairy she trips the floor; She's good society, site's full of piety, And her mother keeps a little candy store. 
Chorus. Dainty feet, measured beat, Trips the street, oh! so neat; Dresses sweet, what a treat, And her mother keeps a candy store. Her name is Norah, I do adore her, She's like an angel, my heart is sore; She's such a daisy, she sets me crazy, And her mother keeps a little candy store. 
Every Sunday, and often Monday, With the family I go to dine; And the daughter, I do escort her Every evening till the clock strikes nine. One Summer evening the moon was beaming, I said I loved her as dear as life; She blushed completely, and smiled so sweetly, Yet she promised she would be my darling wife.-Chorus.