[Verse 1]
As I walked out one morning fair
To view the fields and to take the air
Spied a young maid making her complaint
And all that she wanted was the chiefest grain
The chiefest grain
All she wanted was the chiefest grain

[Verse 2]
I stepped up to this fair young maid
And unto her these words I said
I said, "My young maid, do you stand in need
Of a grain that's called the wanton seed?
Oh, the wanton seed
A grain that's called the wanton seed?"

[Verse 3]
"Oh yes, kind sir, I stand in need
Of a grain that's called the wanton seed
If you are the man that can do the deed
Come and sow my meadow with the wanton seed
The wanton seed
Come and sow my meadow with the wanton seed"

[Verse 4]
So I sowed high and I sowed low
And it's under her apron the seed did grow
Grew up so neatly without any weed
And she always commended my wanton seed
Oh, my wanton seed
She always commended my wanton seed
[Verse 5]
Now when the forty long weeks they were over and past
And she came back to me with a slender waist
She came back to me and how she did complain
She wanted some more of my chiefest grain
Oh, my chiefest grain
She wanted some more of my chiefest grain