A Song On Rye - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
A SONG ON RYE. By George C. Beach. 
I was grown to be eaten and not to be drank, To be ground in a mill, not soaked in a tank. 
I come as a blessing if ground into meal, As a blight and a curse if run through a still. 
Make me up into bread and your children are fed, But if into drink I will kill them dead. 
In bread I'm your servant, the eater doth rule-But if into drink, the drinker my fool. 
Then remember the warning: My strength I'll employ; If eaten, to strengthen; if drank, to destroy.