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Lyr Add: The Sheep-Herders Lament (Fletcher)

Q (Frank Staplin) 17 Feb 14 - 01:18 PM
GUEST,JK23 17 Feb 14 - 11:57 PM
Q (Frank Staplin) 18 Feb 14 - 12:45 PM
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Subject: Lyr Add: The Sheep-Herders Lament (Fletcher)
From: Q (Frank Staplin)
Date: 17 Feb 14 - 01:18 PM

Lyr. Add: THE SHEEP-HERDERS LAMENT
Curley Fletcher

I have summered in the tropics,
With the yellow fever chill;
I have been down with the scurvy,
I've had every ache and ill.

I have wintered in the Arctic,
Frost-bitten to the bone;
I've been in a Chinese dungeon,
Where I spent a year alone.

I've been shanghaied on a whaler;
And was stranded in the deep,
But I never knew what misery was,
Till I started herding sheep.

The camp boss now is two weeks late,
The burro dead three days,
The dogs are all sore footed, but
The sheep have got to graze.

They won't bed down till after dark,
And they're off before the dawn;
With their baaing and their blatting
They are scattered and they're gone.

I smell their wooly stink all day (sic)
And I hear them in my sleep;
Oh, I never knew what misery was,
Till I started herding sheep.

My feet are sore, my boots worn out;
I'm afraid I'll never mend;
I've got to where a horney-toad
Looks like a long lost friend.

The Spanish Inquisition might
Have been a whole lot worse,
If instead of crucifixion, they
Had had some sheep to nurse.

Old Job had lots of patience, but
He got off pretty cheap-
He never knew what misery was,
For he never herded sheep.

It's nice enough to tell the kids,
Of the big old horny ram,
The gentle soft-eyed mother ewe,
And the wooly little lamb.

It's nice to have your mutton chops,
And your woolen clothes to wear,
But you never stop to give a thought
To the man that put them there.

The blind and deaf are blessed,
The cripples, too, that creep;
They'll never know what misery is,
For they never will herd sheep.

Pp. 24-25.
Curley Fletcher, 1986, "Songs of the Sage," Gibbs M. Smith Inc. Salt Lake City.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: The Sheep-Herders Lament (Fletcher)
From: GUEST,JK23
Date: 17 Feb 14 - 11:57 PM

Great! It's said he hated the refrain that was added to ""Strawberry Roan." True?


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: The Sheep-Herders Lament (Fletcher)
From: Q (Frank Staplin)
Date: 18 Feb 14 - 12:45 PM

There is no refrain to "Strawberry Roan" in Fletcher's little book, "Songs of the Sage."


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