I'm in love with the baker's daughter I hope one day she'll marry me Elbow deep in flour and water Now she's as handsome as can be Ey up, she rises, she rises When the world is still in bed She rises, she rises Brings us all our daily bread Farmhouse tin and crusty bloomer Coburg, cob and sour dough Herbs and salt and yeast perfume her And the sweet honeysuckle from the open window Ey up, she rises, she rises When the world is still in bed She rises, she rises Brings us all our daily bread She rises, she rises When the world is still in bed She rises, she rises Brings us all our daily bread He's in love with the baker's daughter This is the conundrum She works hard like her father taught her He's as idle as they come But woman cannot live on bread alone She needs a knuckle-kneader not a no good lazy bones I got married to the baker's daughter Now I'm up before the sun To keep the fires burning for her An early riser I become Ey up, she rises, she rises When the world is still in bed She rises, she rises Brings us all our daily bread She rises, she rises When the world is still in bed She rises, she rises Brings us all our daily bread She rises, she rises When the world is still in bed She rises, she rises Brings us all our daily bread