An’ there, among the many cries
O’ sheep an’ lambs, my dog do pass
A zultry hour, wi’ blinkèn eyes,
An’ nose a-stratch’d upon the grass;
But, in a twinklèn, at my word,
He’s all awake, an’ up, an’ gone
Out roun’ the sheep lik’ any bird,
To do what he’s a-zent upon.
An’ I do goo to washèn pool,
A-sousèn over head an’ ears,
The shaggy sheep, to cleän their wool
An’ meäke em ready vor the sheärs.
An’ when the shearèn time do come,
Then we do work vrom dawn till dark;
Where zome do shear the sheep, and zome
Do mark their zides wi’ meästers mark.
An’ when the shearèn’s all a-done,
Then we do eat, an’ drink, an’ zing,
In meäster’s kitchen till the tun
Wi’ merry sounds do sheäke an’ ring.
Oh! I be shepherd o’ the farm,
Wi’ tinklèn bells an’ sheep dog’s bark,
An’ wi’ my crook a-thirt my eärm,
Here I do rove below the lark.
VIELDS IN THE LIGHT.
Woone’s heart mid leäp wi’ thoughts o’ jaÿ
In comèn manhood light an’ gaÿ
When we do teäke the worold on
Vrom our vore-elders dead an’ gone;
