.B. Are. Hornsby
Deep down in the south county
Over where the paper mill runs
Lived a man, a young country doctor>
With the perfect wife and sons
Well he worked his days
And sundays he'd pray
And nobody knew
Why the wife slowly withered away
I saw the coun.
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