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# When I kept sheep on Blockley Hill<br/>It made my heart to weep<br/>To see the ewes hang out their tongues<br/>And hear the lambs to bleat<br/> <br/>So I plucked up my courage<br/>And o’er the hills did go<br/>To pen my sheep in the fold<br/>While the stormy winds did blow.<br/> <br/>
# When I kept sheep on Blockley Hill<br/>It made my heart to weep<br/>To see the ewes hang out their tongues<br/>And hear the lambs to bleat<br/> <br/>So I plucked up my courage<br/>And o’er the hills did go<br/>To pen my sheep in the fold<br/>While the stormy winds did blow.<br/> <br/>
#When I had safely penned my sheep<br/>I turned my back in haste<br/>And yo a jovial company,<br/>Good liquor for to take<br/> <br/>For drink and jovial company<br/>Oh they are my hearts delight<br/>Whilst my sheep safely sleep<br/>All the fore-part of the night.<br/>
#When I had safely penned my sheep<br/>I turned my back in haste<br/>And yo a jovial company,<br/>Good liquor for to take<br/> <br/>For drink and jovial company<br/>Oh they are my hearts delight<br/>Whilst my sheep safely sleep<br/>All the fore-part of the night.<br/>
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Revision as of 13:01, 7 June 2007

We Shepherds are the Best of Men

Roud 284

As sung by Fred Jordan, Aston Munslow, Shropshire:

  1. We shepherds are the best of men
    That e’er trod English ground
    And when we reach an alehouse
    We value not a pound

    We drinks our liquor freely
    And pays before we go
    For there’s no ale on the wold
    Where the stormy winds do blow

  2. A man that is a shepherd
    Must have a valiant heart
    He must not be faint-hearted
    But boldly play his part

    He must not be faint-hearted
    Be it hail or rain or snow
    With no ale on the wold
    Where the stormy winds do blow.

  3. When I kept sheep on Blockley Hill
    It made my heart to weep
    To see the ewes hang out their tongues
    And hear the lambs to bleat

    So I plucked up my courage
    And o’er the hills did go
    To pen my sheep in the fold
    While the stormy winds did blow.

  4. When I had safely penned my sheep
    I turned my back in haste
    And yo a jovial company,
    Good liquor for to take

    For drink and jovial company
    Oh they are my hearts delight
    Whilst my sheep safely sleep
    All the fore-part of the night.

Available on A Shropshire Lad - (Veteran VTD148CD.