We havent had any food all day,
and my kids are resting in the hay.
with no money for a bed,
thats all they got to rest thier head.

I have to see the miller now,
how  I'll pay him i dont know how.
All i want is a loaf of bread,
just so i know that my children will be fed.

My husbands no-where to be seen,
no time to wonder where hes been.
I hope it doesn't end in caught,
the lord aint a man who wants to be faught.

At the end of the day,
i guess its ok.
and with a lack of food and a poor tum,
every-one seems to groan at mum.