Walking up the green grass,
A dusty dusty day,
Fair maids, and pretty maids,
As ever you did see.
Suppose a man’d die,
And leave his wife a widow,
The bells’d ring, and we should sing,
And all dance round together.
Oats and beans and barley grow,
Oats and beans and barley grow;
Do you, or I, or any one know,
How oats and beans and barley grow?
First the farmer sows his seed,
Then he stands and takes his ease,
Stamps his feet, and claps his hands,
And turns him round to view the lands.
Yeo ho! Yeo ho!
Waiting for a partner,
Waiting for a partner,
Open the ring, and send one in.
So now you’re married you must obey,
You must be true to all you say;
You must be kind, you must be good,
And help your wife to chop the wood.
Yeo ho! Yeo ho!
STAFFORDSHIRE
Green gravel, green gravel, the grass is so green,
The fairest damsel that ever was seen.