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Clem.)breaking hearts in halifax countythe three fine daughtersof Farmer Brownturning heads of the boysin the schoolyardcatching whistles fromthe men downtownno one knows why they went rowin'the three fine daughtersof Farmer Brownthey didn't know thatthe rocks on the riverbe the three sisters islandwhere they'd all drownwidower Brown had a girl named nellieshe was the oldestthe toughest of threeshe would her daddy's wellsharpened sickle and carve "kill men"in the sycamore treethe men come-a-clurtin'but she'd keep her distancenever cracked a smile just played it coysome say she's as tender as a petalshe'd act tough'cuz her daddy wanted a boyold man brown had a girl named Dottiethe middle buttonand the most vane of the threeshe'd take her daddy'sfat leather boot strapand whip anyonewho'd call her Dorothythe men would fawn herand she would repay themand peck 'em where they'dfind it safe to kisslike the barn or the porchor the upstairs parloranywhere that'd keep 'emfrom her father's fist
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Farmer Brown had a girl named beccashe was the youngestand most reverent of allshe would take her daddy'sking james bibleand go study scriptureat the brethren hallthe men would avoid her'cuz she would condemn themfor cussin' and drinkin'and chasin' the brownsshe'd say "repent and join god foreverthe pleasure of sin'snot as good as it sounds."one day the threewith nothing in commonspied upon an abandoned row boatmaybe their sense of adventure hadpushed the three young girlsto set the ship afloatthey didn't knowthe strength of the riverthe merciless currentthat pulled them downmaybe it was the due to theweight of their denimbut the three girls bodieswere never foundsome may recallthe singing of the sirenslured in the sailorswho'd wreck and drownsome say they still hear the fightin' andthe flirtin' and the preachin'of the daughters of Farmer Brown
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