Hello Bob. This is the first version of AUNT MARTHA’S SHEEP. I don’t have the other one yet, but I’m searching and as soon as I get it I will post it. Good luck with this one.

AUNT MARTHA’S SHEEP

Come gather all around me and I’ll sing to you a tale
About the boys from Clarenville who almost went to jail.
It happened on a November night when all hands were asleep.
We crept up over Joe Talk’s Hill and stole Aunt Martha’s sheep.

Now if you pay attention, I know I’ll make you laugh.
We never went to steal the sheep. We went to steal the calf.
The old cow she got angry ‘cause we wake her from her sleep.
We couldn’t take any chances, so we had to steal the sheep.

We caught the wooly animal and dragged her from her pen.
She said goodbye to little lamb she’d never see again.
She knew that those dark strangers soon would take her life.
In less than half an hour she felt the dreadful knife.

Aunt Martha she got angry when she heard about the loss.
She said she’d catch the robbers no matter what the cost.
Next morning just at sunrise, she to the office went
And to the RCMP a telegram she sent.

The Mountie got the message and he started in to read:
“This is from Aunt Martha, telling an awful deed.
Last night my sheep was stolen. By whom I cannot tell.
I’d like for you to catch them and drag them back to jail.”

Well, just a short time later, about 12 o’clock that night,
We had the sheep a-cookin’ and every one feeling tight.
The smell of mutton and onions, no man could ask for more.
We were chug-a-luggin’ Dominion when the Mountie walked in the door.

He said, “Sorry, boys. Your party I really don’t want to wreck.
I smelled the meat a-cookin’ and I had to come in and check.
You see, the sheep was stolen and the thief is on the loose.”
I said, “Come right in and join us, sir. We’re having a piece of moose.”

He said, “Thanks a lot,” and he sat right down and I gave him a piece of the sheep.
“This is the finest piece of moose I know I ever eat.”
About 2 o’clock in the morning, he bid us all good day.
“If we get any news from the sheep, sir, we’ll phone you right away.”

He said, “Thanks a lot. You’re a darn fine bunch, and your promise I know you’ll keep.
If every one was as good as you, she wouldn’t have lost her sheep.”
After he left, we had the piece we had in the oven to roast.
We might have stole the sheep, boys, but the Mountie ate the most.