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Take her by the little white hand,
Lead her like a pigeon,
Make her dance to Weevily Wheat
And scatter her religion
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Wheat in the ear, my true-love's 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.
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.
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I'm goin' to find a pretty little girl
Who's not averse to lovin',
Hug her neat and kiss her sweet
And go no more a-rovin'.
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