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THE SHEEP SHEARING 1. How delightful to see on an evening in spring, The sheep going home to their fold; And the master doth sing as he views everything; And his dog goes before him where told (x 2). 2. The sixth month of the year, 'tis the month call-ed June, When the weather's to hot to be borne; And the master doth say as he goes on his way, "Tomorrow my sheep shall be shorn." (x 2) 3. Now as for those sheep, they're delightful to see, They're a blessing to a man on his farm, And their flesh it is good, 'tis the best of all food, And their wool it doth clothe us up warm (x 2). 4. Now the sheep are all shorn and the wool gathered in, Here's a health to our master and flock: And if we should stay till the last goes away, I'm afraid 'twould be past twelve o'clock (x 2). 5. Repeat v. 1 Note: in Sharp's colls. JB @farm @work @animal filename[ SHEEPSHR TUNE FILE: SHEEPSHR CLICK TO PLAY JB |
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