The Quaker's wife got up to bake
With all her children round her.
She gave them each a slice of cake,
And there the Baker found her.
He chased her up and down the town,
As fast as he could make her
And merrily danced the Quaker's wife,
And merrily danced the Quaker.
The Quaker's wife came to my door
To borrow a market penny,
But I'd been had that way before,
And said I had not any.
And oh she sighed and oh she cried,
Then she went up the street O,
But the wind it blew her cloak aside,
And there was the butcher's meat O!
My Aunty died a week ago
And left me all her money.
A little black hen, a pig in a pen,
And twenty jars of honey.
The hen and the pig they danced a jig
And knocked against the door O,
The honey it came trickling down
And stuck their feet to the floor O!
Singing Together, Autumn 1969, BBC Publications
Listed as "Somerset Folk Song".
(Search Roud index at VWML)