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!
Nothin' yet.