This is from a book called The Mike Harding Collection, Folk Songs of Lancashire.It's got lot's of good songs in it

The Calico Printer's Clerk

In Manchester that city of cotton twist and twills
There lived the subject of my song, the cause of all my ills.
She was handsome, young and twenty and her eyes were azure blue
Admirers she had plenty and her name was Dorothy Drew.

Chorus
She was very fond of dancing but allow me to remark,
One fine day she danced away with the Calico printers clerk.

At a private ball I met her in 1863
I never can forget her though she proved unkind to me,
I was dressed in pink of fashion, my leather gloves were new
And I danced the valse circasian with champion Dorothy Drew.

We schottished and we polka'd to the strains the band did play
We valsed and we mazurka'd till she valsed my heart away.
I whispered in this fashion as round the room we flew
Doing the varsovinia "I love you Dorothy Drew".

For months and months attention unto her I did play
Till, with her condescension, she led me quite astray.
The money I expended, I'm asshamed to tell to you
But I'll tell you how it ended with myself and Dorothy Drew.

I received an intimation she a visit meant to pay
Unto a near relation who lived some miles away
In a month she'd be returning, I must make a short adieu
But her love for me was burning, oh, deceitful Dorothy Drew.

At nine o'clock next morning to breakfast I sat down
The smile my face adorning soon turned into a frown.
For in the morning paper, a paragraph met my view
Jones the Calico printers clerk had married Dorothy Drew.