Now we're merry and wish you joy, First the girl, and then the boy, Seven years after, seven years past, Kiss one another and go to your class.
XII. Where the wheat and barley grows, You and I and nobody knows, Where the wheat and barley grows, You and I and nobody knows. As the farmer sows his seed, As he stands and takes his ease, Stamps his foot and claps his hand, Turns around to view the land. Waiting for a partner, Waiting for a partner. Open the ring, take her in, Kiss her when you get her in. Now you're married you must be good, To make your husband chop the wood.
XIII. Oats and beans and barley corns, You nor I nor any one knows; You nor I nor any one knows How oats and beans and barley grows. As the sower sows his seed, As he stands he takes his ease, Stamps his foot and claps his hands, And turns him round to view the land. Waiting for a partner, Open the ring and take one in. Now you're married, &c. [same as Much Wenlock.]
--Long Eaton, Nottinghamshire (Miss Youngman).
XIV. Hop or beans or barley corn, You or I or any one all: First the farmer sows his seed, Then he stands and takes his ease; He stamped his foot and he clapped his hand, And turned around the bugle land, Waiting for a partner, a partner, a partner, He opened the ring and called one in, And now he's got a partner. Now you're married we wish you good joy, First the girl and then the boy; Love one another like sister and brother, And pray each couple to kiss together.
XV. See the farmer sow his seed, See he stands and takes them in, Stamps his foot and claps his hand, And turns him round to view the land. O! waiting for a partner, O! waiting for a partner, Open the ring and take one in.
Now you're married, &c. [same as Much Wenlock.]
XVI. 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).