Two hours ride from old Broadway
There is a sleepy town, they say;
You opened my eyes
And I apologize.
There’s a quaker down in quaker town,
When I am ‘round she sighs
But down in her heart, I know,
She’s not so slow,
For oh, oh , oh, oh!
Like the waters still she’s very deep
She knows a heap, I found,
She has that “Meet me later” look,
And oh, she knows her book,
This little quaker in quaker town.
Old William Penn, please pardon me,
One of your sons I want to be
You love your quakers,
And I love one too
That’s why I’m strong for you.
Berg, David and Solman, Alfred, "There's a Quaker down in Quaker Town" (1916). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1095.
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