| Farmer Brown came to town
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| Started to take in the sights
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| Cabarets, swell cafes
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| Took up most of his nights
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| After seven days or so After seeing ev’ry show
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| After meeting May and Flo
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| Farmer Brown remarked
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| I love the cows and chickens
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| But this is the life, this is the life!
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| I love to raise the dickens!
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| While I’m Cabareting
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| Where the band is playing
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| I love the homemade cider
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| But I’d rather have wine
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| No more picking berries
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| Me for cocktail cherries!
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| This is the life, this is the life, this is the life for mine
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| Missus Brown, out of town
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| Wrote to her husband and said
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| «Please come home, I’m alone!»
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| When her letter, he read
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| Farmer Brown took off his coat
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| Sat right down and then he wrote
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| To his wife a little note
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| This is what he said: |