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THE WANTON SEED
sung by Nic Jones
Oh, As I walked out one morning fair,
To view the fields and to take the air,
Spied a young maid making her complaint
All that she wanted was the chiefest grain, the chiefest grain.
All she wanted was the chiefest grain.

I stepped up to this fair young maid
And unto her these words I said
I said, "My young maid, do you stand in need"
Of the grain that's called the wanton seed, oh, the wanton seed
A grain that's called the wanton seed

"Oh yes kind sir I stand in need,
Of a grain that's called the wanton seed
If you are the man that can do the deed
Come and sow my meadow with the wanton seed, the wanton seed,
Come and sow my meadow with the wanton seed."

So I sowed high and I sowed low
And it's under her apron the seed did grow
Grew up so neatly without any weed
She always commended me wanton seed, oh me wanton seed
She always commended me wanton seed.

Now when the fourty long weeks they were over and past
She came back to me with a slender waist
She came back to me and how she did complain
she wanted some more of my chiefest grain, oh my chiefest grain
she wanted some more of my chiefest grain.

THE WANTON SEED (2)
As I walked out one spring morning fair,
To view the fields and take the air,
There I heard a pretty girl making her complain
And all she wanted was the chiefest grain, the chiefest grain.
And all she wanted was the chiefest grain.

I said to her," My pretty maid
Come tell me what you stand in need"
"Oh yes kind sir you're the man to do the deed,
For to sow my meadow with the wanton seed, the wanton seed,
For to sow my mewadow with the wanton seed."

Then I sowed high and I sowed low
And under the bush the seed did grow
It sprang up so accidentally without any weed
And she always remembered the wanton seed, the wanton seed
And she always remembered the wanton seed.