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
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on horses and chickens and eggs
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and told her that she had such beautiful
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manners
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That suited a girl of her charms
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A girl that he wanted to take in his
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washing and ironing
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and then if she did. They could get married and raise lots of
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Sweet violets, sweeter than all 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 called her father and he called a taxi
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and got there before very long
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'cause someone was doing his little girl
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right
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for a change and so that's why he said:
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"if you marry her, son, you're better off
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single
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cuz it's always been my belief
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that marriage will bring a man nothing but
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Sweet violets, sweeter than all 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 farmer decided he'd wed anyway
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and started in planning for his wedding
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suit
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which he purchased for only one buck
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but then he found out he was just out of
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money
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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 the story
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Which just goes to show
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all a girl wants from a man is his
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Sweet violets..
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Sweet Violets (MARY BETH)
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| Sinead O'Connor |
