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Traditional
  1. In Manchester a City of cotton twist and twill,
    There lived the subject of my song, the cause of all my ill.
    She was handsome young and twenty, her eyes were azure blue,
    Admirers she had plenty and her name was Dorothy Drew.
    She was very fond of dancing, but allow me to remark,
    That one fine day she danced away with the calico printer's clerk
  2. At a fireman's ball I met her, in eighteen sixty three
    I never will forget her though she was unkind to me.
    I was dressed in the pink of fashion, my lavender gloves were new,
    And we danced the walz Acassion with my charming Dorothy Drew.
    She was very fond of dancing, allow me to remark,
    That one fine day she danced away with the calico printer's clerk
  3. We Shottished and we Polka'd to the strains the band did play,
    We Walzed and we Marurkad 'til she danced my heart away.
    I whispered in this manner, as around the room we flew.
    And during the Walz Lavinia said I love you Dorothy Drew.
    She was very fond of dancing, allow me to remark,
    That one fine day she danced away with the calico printer's clerk
  4. Four months and a months attention unto her I did pay,
    And with her condesention she led me quite astray.
    The money I expended I'm ashamed to tell to you.
    I'll tell you how it ended with myself and Dorothy Drew.
    She was very fond of dancing, allow me to remark,
    That one fine day she danced away with the calico printer's clerk
  5. I received an intimation she a visit me to pay,
    Unto some dear relations who lived some miles away.
    In a month she'd be returning, I must bid a short adieu.
    Her love for me was burning, the deceitful Dorothy Drew.
    She was very fond of dancing, allow me to remark,
    That one fine day she danced away with the calico printer's clerk
  6. At nine o'clock next morning, to breakfast I sat down,
    The smile my face a-dawning, it soon changed to a frown.
    For in the morning paper a paragraph met my view.
    Jones the calico printer's clerk had married Dorothy Drew.
    She was very fond of dancing, allow me to remark,
    That one fine day she danced away with the calico printer's clerk

One of the earliest traditional songs I'd heard whilst I was at University. I originally found it on a copy of a Broadside at Birmingham Central Library.