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THE WANTON SEED sung by Nic Jones |
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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. |