On a sultry summer morning
 Down the dusty road we stray'd,
 And plucked the wayside flowers
 And ran and laughed and played!

 There was not the slightest breeze,
 And we wearied of our play,
 And then we heard the yellowhammer say:
 "A little bit of bread and no cheese!"

 Once again we roamed the woodland
 Wen the years had fleeted by
 And, poor as mice, we pledged our vows,
 My love and I.

 We had kissed beneath the tress,
 And then we heard again
 The yellowhammer say, quite plain
 "A little bit of bread and no cheese!"