The Stranger’s Song
O my trade it is the rarest one,Simple shepherds all—My trade is a sight to see;For my customers I tie, and take ’em up on high,And waft ’em to a far countree!
My tools are but common ones,Simple shepherds all—My tools are no sight to see:A little hempen string, and a post whereon to swing,Are implements enough for me!
To-morrow is my working day,Simple shepherds all—To-morrow is a working day for me:For the farmer’s sheep is slain, and the lad who did it ta’en,And on his soul may God ha’ mer-cy!
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