| lyric | 1. The Quaker's wife sat down to bake,
With all her bairns aboout her.
She made them all a suger cake,
And the miller he wants hes mouter.
Suger and spice and all things nice,
And all things very good in it;
And then the Quaker sat down to play
A tune upon the spinet.
.2 The Quaker’s wife sat down to spin
And merrily turned the wheel, oh!
And then the Quaker he looked in
To say he’d like a meal, oh!
For if you feed your good man well
He’ll love you all your life, oh!
And then to all the world he’ll tell
There never was such a wife, oh! |