(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

CHORUS

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-a