THERE'S A QUAKER DOWN IN QUAKER TOWN
Words, David Berg. Music, Alfred Solman. 1916.

1. Two hours ride from old Broadway,
There is a sleepy town, they say.
Old Philadelphia, you opened my eyes,
And I apologize.

REFRAIN: 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! Those eyes!
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 down in Quaker town.

2. 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.