Bread For My Baby-O

Oh, this is the way that the farmer goes,
With a heigh-ho, heigh-ho,
Oh, this is the way that the farmer goes,
He ploughs and digs and harrows and sows,
To grow some wheat for my baby,
Some wheat for my baby-o!

Oh, this is the way that the farmer goes,
With a heigh-ho, heigh-ho,
Oh, this is the way that the farmer goes,
His mill wheels turn as little brook flows,
To grind some flour for my baby,
Some flour for my baby-o!

Oh, this is the way that the farmer goes,
With a heigh-ho, heigh-ho,
Oh, this is the way that the farmer goes,
He stirs and kneads and bakes it just so,
To make some bread for my baby,
Some bread for my baby-o!