Weevily Wheat/Wheat in the Ear

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        Again, out of my childhood. I do recall seeing a part of it in a novel about the Gloucester fishing fleet. The “Lead her to the altar” verse was given to me by Greg Brown, a singer and fiddler from Newfoundland whom I met in Texas.

Take her by the little white hand, lead her like a pigeon,
Make her dance to Weevily Wheat and scatter her religion

   In the ear my true-love's a posy blowing
   Wheat in the ear, I’m going back to sea
   Wheat in the ear, I left you fit for sowing
   When I come back what a loaf of bread you’ll be

Trading boats have gone ashore, trading boats are landing
Trading boats have gone ashore all loaded down with brandy

   In the ear my true-love's a posy blowing...

I don’t want your weevily wheat, I don’t want your barley;
I want some flour and a half an hour to bake a cake for Charlie

   In the ear my true-love's a posy blowing...

Take her by the little white hand, lead her to the altar
Hug her neat and kiss her sweet, Mumma’s runaway daughter
   In the ear my true-love's a posy blowing...

Weevily Wheat is recorded on the CD Then and Now
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