A SHEPHERDS TALE
I wandered down 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 night out on the fells.
I tis sweet Kathleen, says I with a smile
As my freezing hands feel a cup of warm broth.
With shawl wrapped around me I sit and stare
As the logs on the fire haven't a care,
Except to heat this cottage of stone so old.
Kathleen the 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 knits for me most of the year
And looks after my every litttle 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 old scar I got as I fell on this peg.
They had to cart me to the doctor,
Thee old horse he did moan,
But we didn't have a phone.
Well I'm going to Kathleen's now
For to get me a cup of broth,
It's chilly out on the moor and I'm startin to get a cough.
Well, I hope you have a good Christmas
And ave a Happy New Year,
I'm lookin forward to Kathleen's broth
Cause it's a lovely drop of gear. Bye bye now.
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