(Clem.)

breaking hearts in halifax county

the three fine daughters

of Farmer Brown

turning heads of the boys

in the schoolyard

catching whistles from

the men downtown

no one knows why they went rowin'

the three fine daughters

of Farmer Brown

they didn't know that

the rocks on the river

be the three sisters island

where they'd all drown

widower Brown had a girl named nellie

she was the oldest

the toughest of three

she would her daddy's well

sharpened sickle and carve "kill men"

in the sycamore tree

the men come-a-clurtin'

but she'd keep her distance

never cracked a smile just played it coy

some say she's as tender as a petal

she'd act tough

'cuz her daddy wanted a boy

old man brown had a girl named Dottie

the middle button

and the most vane of the three

she'd take her daddy's

fat leather boot strap

and whip anyone

who'd call her Dorothy

the men would fawn her

and she would repay them

and peck 'em where they'd

find it safe to kiss

like the barn or the porch

or the upstairs parlor

anywhere that'd keep 'em

from her father's fist

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Farmer Brown had a girl named becca

she was the youngest

and most reverent of all

she would take her daddy's

king james bible

and go study scripture

at the brethren hall

the men would avoid her

'cuz she would condemn them

for cussin' and drinkin'

and chasin' the browns

she'd say "repent and join god forever

the pleasure of sin's

not as good as it sounds."

one day the three

with nothing in common

spied upon an abandoned row boat

maybe their sense of adventure had

pushed the three young girls

to set the ship afloat

they didn't know

the strength of the river

the merciless current

that pulled them down

maybe it was the due to the

weight of their denim

but the three girls bodies

were never found

some may recall

the singing of the sirens

lured in the sailors

who'd wreck and drown

some say they still hear the fightin' and

the flirtin' and the preachin'

of the daughters of Farmer Brown

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