Shepherds Are the Cleverest Lads

Shepherds are the cleverest lads that ever trod England's ground

They’ll call all at some alehouse and value not one crown

They’ll call for liquor merrily and pay before they go

They will work in the fields where stormy winds do blow

They will work in the fields where stormy winds do blow

As I walked out o'er Mount Star plain the frost did cut my feet

My ewes and lambs hung out their tongues and around me they did bleat

Then I took up my courage bold and over the hills did go

And I drove them to fold where stormy winds do blow

And I drove them to fold where stormy winds do blow

So now that I have folded them and returned safe back again

Into some jovial company I boldly entered in

A-drinking of strong liquor boys, it is my heart's delight

While my sheep lay asleep all the cold and stormy night

While my sheep lay asleep all the cold and stormy night

So come all you bold young shepherds wherever you do march

On a cold and a grimy morning did you ever feel the smart

Did you ever feel the smart my boys, through ilgo frost or snow

As you drive them to fold where stormy winds do blow

As you drive them to fold where stormy winds do blow