The Sheep Stealer Lyrics - Lloyd

The Sheep Stealer 

I am a brisk lad but my fortune is bad, 

And I am most wonderful poor. 

Oh, indeed I intend my life for to mend 

And to build a house down on the moor, brave boys 

And to build a house down on the moor. 

The farmer he do keep fat oxen and sheep 

In a neat little nag on the downs. 

In the middle of the night when the moon do shine bright, 

There's a number of work to be done, brave boys, 

There's a number of work to be done. 

Then I'll roam all around in another man's ground, 

And I'll take a fat sheep for my own. 

Oh, I'll end his life by the aid of my knife 

And then I will carry him home, 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. 

When the constable do come, I'll stand with my gun 

And swear all I have is my own, brave boys, 

And swear all I have is my own. 

From Lloyd, Folk Song in England 

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