The Barley and the Rye

It is of an old country farmer

Living in the west country

And he had the prettiest little wife

That ever you did see

And a young man he came a courtin' her

When the old man he was a-nigh

And they'd oftentimes take a tumble

Among the barley and the rye

When the old man he woke all in the morning

And he found himself alone

Then he looked out of the window

And he saw his wife in the corn

And a young man he lay beside her

Which caused the old man to cry

Saying, "Wife, I wonder at you

You're the spoiling of my rye."

"Oh husband," she cried, "Oh husband

It's the like I've never done before

And if you have lost one good friend

I've another one in store

He's a friend that will not deceive you

And if you will him employ

He'll get money enough, love, to pay you

For your barley and your rye."