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THE CANNY SHEPHERD LADDIE There's songs aboot oor soldiers and oor sailors by the score, Of tinkers and of tailors and of others there's galore; But I'll sing ye a song that you've never heard before, It's the canny shepherd laddie o' the hills. Cho: Oh the shepherds o the Coquet, the Alwin and the Rede, The Bowment and the Breamish, they're all the same breed, Wi their collie dog beside them and a stick with horn heid It's the canny shepherd laddie o' the hills. They climb oot ower the mountain ere it's turned the break o' day, Through the bent and moss hags and round bogs they wend their way, Quick tae see a mawkit yin or a sheep that's strayed away, It's the canny shepherd laddie o' the hills. They send the collie around the sheep with a yell o "Gan oot wide" Then whistle with the notes so shrill the dog drops in his stride "Come by Moss! Doon a bit I'll tak my stick oot ower yer hide" It's the canny shepherd laddie o' the hills. If the lambing time is stormy he will curse and he will swear There's a yowe that's lost its lamb and I've skinned an auld yowe there, Some o them have ta'en the sickness, nae mair trouble can I bear It's the canny shepherd laddie o' the hills. In the back-end tae the marts he'll gang if the prices they are dear To celebrate he'll treat his pals tae whisky and tae beer, But if the prices they are bad, it taks a dram tae cheer The canny shepherd laddie o' the hills. In the winter when its stormy and drifts are piling high He'll never flinch tae tak the risk that in the snow he may die His first care is his sheep are settled and sheltered safe may lie The canny shepherd laddie o' the hills. At Alwinton they may turn oot tae see the Shepherds' Show Then into Foreman's for a drink they with their cronies go, They'll argue and they'll sing and shout, but fecht, well bless me no The canny shepherd laddie o' the hills. Now if ye've gaun among them as A've done for forty years Nae kinder hearted folk you'll meet if you look far or near The kettl'e set a boiling and they cry "Sit you doon here" The canny shepherd laddie o' the hills. A've said nae words aboot their wives A'm shair there is no need But in every house I've been tae yet they seem tae be the heid, And I'm sure you'll all agree with me, it taks a hell of a good wife to breed A canny shepherd laddie o' the hills. From Herd Laddie o the Glen (1988), Songs of a Border Shepherd, Willie Scott, Shepherd and Singer Compiled by Alison McMorland filename[ CANYSHEP XX Feb07 |
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