Текст песни Lloyd - The Sheep Stealer
Lloyd - The Sheep Stealer слова песни
The Sheep StealerI am a brisk lad but my fortune is bad,And I am most wonderful poor.Oh, indeed I intend my life for to mendAnd to build a house down on the moor, brave boysAnd to build a house down on the moor.The farmer he do keep fat oxen and sheepIn 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 knifeAnd then I will carry him home, brave boys,And then I will carry him home.My children will pull the skin from the eweAnd I`ll be in a place where there`s none.When the constable do come, I`ll stand with my gunAnd swear all I have is my own, brave boys,And swear all I have is my own.From Lloyd, Folk Song in Englandfilename[ SHPSTEALplay.exe SHPSTEALRG===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===