He repeated other songs reminiscent of work in the fields and of old country games--

We are on our way to Baltimore
With two behind and two before,
Around, around, around we go,
Where oats, peas, beans, and barley grow,

In waiting for somebody. (A kiss)

'Tis thus the farmer sows his seed,
Folds his arms and takes his ease,
Stamps his feet and claps his hands,
Wheels around and thus he stands,

In waiting for somebody. (A kiss)

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