wheat-in-the-ear

Updated: May 29, 2025

Here the fiddle went very softly for a while by itself, and then: "Wheat-in-the-ear, my true-love's posy blowin, Wheat-in-the-ear, we're goin' off to sea; Wheat-in-the-ear, I left you fit for sowin, When I come back a loaf o' bread you'll be!" That made Harvey almost weep, though he could not tell why. But it was much worse when the cook dropped the potatoes and held out his hands for the fiddle.

Rudyard Kipling - Captains Courageous