 sj |
||
|
||
| ||||||
|
Share
SHEPHERD'S SONG We shepherds are the best of men that e'er trod English ground When we come to an alehouse we value not a crown We spend our money freely; we pays before we go There's no ale on the wold when the stormy winds do blow. We spend our money freely; we pays before we go There's no ale on the wold when the stormy winds do blow A man that is a shepherd does need a valiant heart He must not be faint-hearted but boldly do his part He must not be faint-hearted be it rain or frost or snow With no ale on the wolds where the stormy winds do blow When I kept sheep on Blockley hill it made my heart to beat To see the ewes hang out their tongues and hear the lambs to bleat Then I plucked up my courage and o'er the hills did go And pend them in, in the fold while the stormy winds did blow As soon as I had folded them I turned me back in hasted Unto a jovial company, good liquor for to taste For drink and jovial company, they are my heart's delight Whilst my sheep lie asleep all the fore-part of the night. @drink @sheep filename[ SHEPHDSG TUNE FILE: BAYBISC CLICK TO PLAY JN oct96 |
|
