Johnny Browne

There was a man called Johnny Brown
And he lived alone outside of town
In a cottage rough and tumbled down
By the wild and rugged mountains.
He had a dog and he called him Jack
And he kept some chickens out the back
He'd played a tune as you'd pass by...
He called the Sally gardens

He'd travel far for miles around
His squeezebox ran in every town
For a penny or a shilling or a half 'a' Crown
And a hand from all the neighbours
He played for the lords and ladies all
And wakes and weddings big and small
For the dancing girls in the Village hall...
He played the Sally gardens

Oh they soon captured Johnny Brown
His world of travels nearly round
In his cottage rough and tumbled down
By the wild and rugged mountains
On a stone in a churchyard here in town
Reads 'here lies poor old Johnny Brown'
His music echoes silent now...
As he played the Sally Gardens

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