It's of an old country farmer living in the West CountrynAnd he had the prettiest little wife that you ever did seenShe had no money, wealth or jewellery, but the farmer did implynThat they'd both be well provided for by the barley and the ryennNow the farmer being elderly soon did tire of new wedded lifenSo he passed his time working and neglected his wifenWell a young laddie came a courting her when the old man wasn't nighnAnd it's oft times they'd take a tumble 'mongst the barley and the ryennWell the old man woke in the morning, and he found himself all alonenHe looked out of his window, saw his wife in the cornnAnd a young laddie lay beside her, which caused the man to crynHe said wife, wife I wonder at you for the spoiling of our ryennOh husband she cried, oh husband, it's the like I've never done beforenAnd if you've got one friend love, I've another in storenHe's a friend love who'd not desert you if you would him employnHe's got money enough love to pay for both the barley and the ryennWell the farmer took on the young lad for his working day it was longnAnd nine months being over, his pretty wife bore a sonnAnd as she sat and nursed the child, she wondered by and bynWas the baby born for the farmer or the barley and the rye?