O My trade it is the rarest one, Simple shepherds all— My trade is a sight to see; For my customers I tie, and take `em up on high, And waft `em to a far countree! My tools are but common ones, Simple shepherds all— My tools are no sight to see: A little hempen string, and a post whereon to swing, Are implements enough for me! To-morrow is my working day, Simple shepherds all— To-morrow is a working day for me: For the farmer`s sheep is slain, and the lad who did it ta`en, And on his soul may God ha` mer-cy!SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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