| There once was a farmer who took a young miss
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| In back of the barn where he gave her a
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| Lecture on horses and chickens and eggs
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| And told her that she has such beautiful
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| Manners that suited a girl of her charms
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| A girl that he’d like for to take in his
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| Washing and ironing, and then if she did
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| They could get married and raise lots of
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| Sweet violets, sweeter than the roses
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| Covered all over from head to toe
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| Covered all over with sweet violets
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| The girl told the farmer that he’d better stop
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| And she told her father and called a
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| Taxi which got there before very long
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| For someone was doing his little girl
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| Right for a change, and so here’s what he said:
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| «If you marry her, son, you’re better off
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| Single 'cause it’s always been my belief
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| Marriage can bring a man nothing but
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| The farmer decided he’d wed anyway
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| And started in planning for his wedding
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| Suit which he’d purchased for only one buck
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| But then he found out he was just out of
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| Money and so he got left in the lurch
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| Standing and waiting in front of the
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| End of this story, which just goes to show
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| All a girl wants from a man is his |