| Well once there lived a farmer
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| A grand old soul was he
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| He used to own a little farm
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| Way down the country
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| He had an only daughter
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| And her I chanced to wed
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| And when I asked him for her hand
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| Was this to me he said
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| O' treat me daughter kindly
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| And keep her from all harm
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| And when I die my will to you
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| My little house and farm
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| My horse my dog my cow
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| And my bonny sheef and farm
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| And all the little chickens
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| 'round the garden
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| I knew I loved this darling girl
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| And she to me the same
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| And when my daily work was done
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| With her I would remain
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| For to watch her milk her father’s cows
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| And shade them from all harm
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| And many a glass of stout I had
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| Before I left the farm
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| O' treat me daughter kindly
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| And keep her from all harm
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| And when I die my will to you
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| My little house and farm
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| My horse my dog my cow
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| And my bonny sheef and farm
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| And all the little chickens
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| 'round the garden
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| And now that we are married
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| And settled down for life
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| I often think upon the words
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| Her father used to say
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| For to treat his daughter kindly
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| And shade her from all harm
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| And now I am the owner of
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| His little house and farm
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| O' treat me daughter kindly
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| And keep her from all harm
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| And when I die my will to you
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| My little house and farm
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| My horse my dog my cow
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| And my bonny sheef and farm
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| And all the little chickens
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| 'round the garden |