The Sheep Stealer

(Full well I intend all my life for to mend
So fol the rol deedle, aye addie aye ay:)

I am a brisk lad and my fortune is bad,
And I am most wonderful poor.
Ah, but well I intend all my life to mend,
And to build a fine house on the moor, brave boys,
And to build a fine house on the moor.

The farmer 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, brave boys,
There's a number of work to be done.

I'll walk all around on some other man's ground,
An’ I’ll take a fat ewe for me own.
I’ll rob of her life with the use of my knife,
And then I will carry her home, brave boys,
And then I will carry her home.

My children will then take the skin from the ewe,
And we’ll be in a place where there’s none,
When the constable do come
I will stand with my gun
And I'll swear all I have is my own, brave boys,
I shall swear all I have is my own.

(Full well I intend all my life for to mend
So fol the rol deedle, aye addie aye ay:)

Folk / Traditional
Arranged: David Newell (after Dave Townsend)