This is all Helen's fault:
The Oven Boy
When I was just a young lad
My fortunes I did seek
And left my home and family
To see what I would meet.
I traveled many long miles
Until I reached the sea
And there I found a busy town
Which had a bakery.
And it's hey! Ho! High! For the ovens
It's hey! Ho! High! For the bread.
For the cakes and pies are made by the baker
And the sweat on the oven boy's head.
I tried to find a good job
To keep me off the streets
The bakery could offer me
Some work to earn my keep.
The work was hard but simple
With early morning starts
And I worked as an oven boy
With music in my heart.
And it's hey! Ho! High! For the ovens
It's hey! Ho! High! For the bread.
For the cakes and pies are made by the baker
And the sweat on the oven boy's head.
The ovens made me swelter
The bread it broke my back
The early mornings made me tired
From all the sleep I lacked.
But now I am the baker
And baking gives me joy
And now I'm grateful for the days
I was an oven boy.
And it's hey! Ho! High! For the ovens
It's hey! Ho! High! For the bread.
For the cakes and pies are made by the baker
And the sweat on the oven boy's head.
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