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THE SHEEPSTEALER

I am a brisk lad but my fortune is bad
And I am most wonderful poor,
But now I intend my fortune to mend
And to build a house down on the moor, me brave boys,
And to build a house down on the moor.

In my meadow I'll keep fat oxen and sheep
And a neat little nag on the downs.
In the middle of the night when the moon to shine bright,
There's a wonder of work to be done, me brave boys,
There's a wonder of work to be done.

I'll ride all around in some other man's ground
And I'll take a fat sheep for my own,
And I'll end of his life with the aid of me knife,
And then I will carry him home, me brave boys,
And then I will carry him home.

My children will pull the skin from the ewe
And I'll be in a place where there's none.
If the Constable do come I’ll stand with my gun
And swear all I have is my own, me brave boys,
And swear all I have is my own.

Henry Hammond collected a version of the Sheepstealer from Edith Sartin of Corcombe Dorset.