Farmer's Daughter

I wanna live with a farmer's daughter.

She'll make me breakfast. 

She'll fetch me water.

She'll come to me in the morning

After milking the cows.

Her hands wet and warm.

She'll wipe them on her blouse.

I wanna live with a farmer's daughter.

She'll come to me in the morning

Just as the cock rises.

Her hands red from slaughter.

I'll say 'my dear you're full of surprises.'

And I'll show her a few of my own.

I wanna live with a farmer's daughter.

She'll come to me in the morning

Her hands chapped and rough

From squeezing udders.

I tell you my girl she'll be pretty tough.

But her body's soft, her mind uncluttered.

I'll never have to seek another.