Come all my jolly boys and we'll together go,
Together with our masters to shear the lambs and 'yowes'.
in the month of June of all times in the year
It always comes in season the lambs and 'yowes' to shear.
And then we
will work hard, my boys, until our backs do break,
Our Master he will bring us beer whenever we do lack.
Our Master he comes round to see our work's done well,
And he says, Shear them close, my boys, for
there is but little wool,
O, yes, good Master, we reply, we'll do well as we can.
Our Captain cries, Shear close, my
lads, to each and every man,
And at some places still we have this story all day long,
Bend your backs and shear them
well, and this is all their song.
And then our noble Captain doth to the Master say,
Come let us have one bucket of your good ale,
He turns unto our Captain and makes him this reply,
You shall have the best of beer, I promise, presently.
with the foaming bucket pretty Betsy she doth come
And Master says, Maid, mind and see that every man has some.
This is some of our pastime while we the sheep do shear,
And though we are such merry boys, we work
hard, I declare,
And when 'tis night and we are done our Master is more free
And stores us well with good strong beer
and pipes of tobaccee,
And there we sit a-drinking we smoke and sing and roar,
Till we become far merrier than e'er
we were before.
When all our work is done and all the sheep are shorn
Then home with our Captain to drink the ale
It's a barrel then of hum-cap which we will call Black Ram,
And we do sit and swagger and we swear that
we are men.
And yet before the night is through I'll bet you half-a-crown,
That if you ha'n't a special care that Ram
will knock you down.