The Young Tradition - The Hungry Child | Текст песни

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A young child to its mother ran and then it started crying,
Mother I'm hungry mother dear give me bread or i'll be dying.
Wait my child, wait my child,
Tomorrow we'll be ploughing.

Now when the field it had been ploughed the young child started crying,
Mother I'm hungry mother dear give me bread or I'll be dying.
Wait my child wait my child,
Tomorrow we;ll be sowing.

Now when the field it had been reaped the young child started crying,
Mother I'm hungry mother dear give me bread or I'll be dying.
Wait my child wait my child,
Tomorrow we'll be threshing.

Now when the wheat it had been threshed the young child started crying,
Mother I'm hungry mother dear give me bread or i'll be dying.
Wait my child wait my child,
Tomorrow we'll be grinding.

Now when the wheat it had been ground the young child started crying,
Mother I'm hungry mother dear give me bread or I'll be dying.
Wait my child wait my child we'll be baking.
Now when the bread was warm in the oven the child lay in his coffin.