Weevily Wheat / Wheat in the Ear

歌詞

Take her by the little white hand, lead her like a pigeon, Make her dance to Weevily Wheat and scatter her religion In the ear my true-love's a posy blowing Wheat in the ear, I'm going back to sea Wheat in the ear, I left you fit for sowing When I come back what a loaf of bread you'll be Trading boats have gone ashore, trading boats are landing Trading boats have gone ashore all loaded down with brandy In the ear my true-love's a posy blowing... I don't want your weevily wheat, I don't want your barley; I want some flour and a half an hour to bake a cake for Charlie In the ear my true-love's a posy blowing... Take her by the little white hand, lead her to the altar Hug her neat and kiss her sweet, Mumma's runaway daughter In the ear my true-love's a posy blowing...