It's of an old country farmer who lived in the West Country
And he had the prettiest little wife that ever you did see
And the young man came a-courting her when the old man he wasn't nigh
And ofttimes they would take a tumble amongst the barley and the rye
Now when the old man woke in the
morning, and he found himself all alone
Well he look'd out of the window, and he spied his wife in the corn
And the young man lay beside her, and it caused the old man to cry
He says, "Wife, wife, I wonder at you, for spoiling of my rye!"
"Oh husband," she says, "Oh husband,
it's the like I've ne'er done before
But if you have got one friend, I have another one in store
He's a friend, love, that will not deceive you, if you will him employ
He's got money enough, love,
for to pay you for our barley and our rye."