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The Brisk Lad
The Watersons
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I am a brisk lad, me fortune is quite bad
In fact I am wanderers' pulp
But it's I do intend me fortune to mend
I shall build me an 'ouse down on the moor, me brave boys
I shall build me an 'ouse down on the moor
My father he keepeth oxen and sheep
And a neat little nag on the down
But in the middle of the night when the moon do shine bright
There's a number o' jobs to be done, me brave boys
There's a number o' jobs to be done
For it's I'll roam around on some other man's ground
I shall take a fat ewe from his pack
And with the aid of me knife, I shall shorten its life
And I'll carry him home on me back, me brave boys
I shall carry him home on me back
Then me children shall pull the skin from the wool
I'll carve him up to the bone
And when the constable do come, I'll stand there with me gun
And I'll swear all I have is me own, me brave boys
I shall swear all I have is me own