I wandered down the hillside into meadow lane To shelter for a while, I feel the heat of the fire as I lift the latch, Come in says she and rest yourself Tis a rough old night on the fells. I tis sweet Kathleen, says I with a smile As my freezing cold hands feel a cup of warm broth. With shawl around me I sit and stare At the logs on the fire that haven't a care. Except to heat this old cottage of stone. Kathleen wife of a shepherd gone these five years. She is my sister god bless her sweet thing that she be. She is a blessing to one such as me. She sews and she knits for me most of the year And looks after my every little whim my dear. In weather of thunder and weather of snow I can always take refuge where a fire does glow. A welcome sight to one as I who be alone on the moor With baa and shooshing and all kinds of sounds, The old sheep often strays out of bounds. Course in the dark it's a job to see Where they be wandering silly old sheep and me. I had to be rescued once cause I fell, It were Christmas time I remember it well. Fell down this hole I did, near broke me leg, Tis a right ole scar I got as I fell on this peg. They had to cart me to the doctor, The old horse he did moan but we didn't have a phone. Well I'm going to Kathleen's now for to get a cup of broth, It's still chilly out on this moor and I'm startin to get a cough. Hope you ave an Happy Christmas and ave an appy New Year I'm looking forward to this broth tis a lovely drop of gear. Baa baaaaaaaa for now, Sid the shepherd.