I don't want your weevily wheat
I don't want your barley
I want some flour and a half an hour
To bake a cake for Charley.

[...]

Take her by the lily-white hand
Lead her like a pigeon
Make her dance to weevily wheat
And scatter her religion.

[...]


This is the version I know from my father. Note the similarity in the last verse to the Scottish tune Roses Up and Roses Down:
"Take her by the lily-white hand
Lead her 'cross the water
Give her kisses one, two, three
Cos she's a lady's daughter".

Susan Larson