The Barley And The Rye

It is of an old country farmer
Living in the west country
And he had the prettiest little wife
That ever you did see
And a young man he came a courtin' her
When the old man he was a-nigh
And they'd oftentimes take a tumble
Among the barley and the rye
When the old man he woke all in the morning
And he found himself alone
Then he looked out of the window
And he saw his wife in the corn
And a young man he lay beside her
Which caused the old man to cry
Saying, "Wife, I wonder at you
You're the spoiling of my rye."
"Oh husband," she cried, "Oh husband
It's the like I've never done before
And if you have lost one good friend
I've another one in store
He's a friend that will not deceive you
And if you will him employ
He'll get money enough, love, to pay you
For your barley and your rye."