The Sheep Stealer - Folk from the Boat - Episode 141

Back in the UK with a song from Dorset about stealing sheep! Lyrics below, enjoy!
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I am a brisk lad but my fortune is bad,
And I am most wonderful poor.
Oh, indeed I intend my life for to mend,
And to build a house down on the moor, my brave boys,
And to build a house down on the moor.

My father he do keep fat oxen and sheep,
And a neat little nag on the down.
In the middle of the night when the moon do shine bright,
There's a number of work to be done, my brave boys,
There's a number of work to be done.

Then I'll ride all around in another man's ground,
And I'll take a fat sheep for my own.
And I'll end of his life by the aid of my knife,
And then I will carry him home, my brave boys,
And then I will carry him home.

My children they will pull the skin from the wool,
And I'll be in a place where there's none;
When the constable do come, I'll stand with my gun,
And swear all I have is my own, my brave boys,
And swear all I have is my own.

Collected in Dorset in 1905/6 - words from George Dowden, tune from Edith Sartin