A waitin’ fur a pardner,
A waitin’ fur a pardner,
You an’ I an’ ev’ry one knows
How whoats an’ beans an’ barley grows.
Fost tha farmer saws ’is seeds,
Then he stans’ an’ teks ’is ease,
Stamps ’is feet an’ claps ’is ’ands,
And turns him round to view tha lands.
A waitin’ fur a pardner,
A waitin’ fur a pardner,
You an’ I an’ iv’ry one knows
How whoats an’ beans an’ barley grows.
Now you’re married, &c.
[same as Much Wenlock.]
—Boston, Lincs. (Notes and Queries, 7th series, xii. 493).
Oats and beans and barley grows
Not so fine as the farmer sows,
You nor I nor nobody knows
Oats and beans and barley grows.
This is the way the farmer sows,
The farmer sows, the farmer sows,
This is the way the farmer sows.
Here he stands and takes his ease,
Stamps his foot and claps his hands,
And turns around to view the land,
Waiting for a partner, waiting for a partner,
Open the ring and take one in,
And kiss him (or her) as he (or she) enters.
—Aberdeen Training College (Rev. W. Gregor).
Waitin’ for a partner,
Waitin’ for a partner,
Open the ring and take one in,
And now you’ve got your partner.
Now you’re married, &c.
[same as Much Wenlock.]