TARRY WOOL



Tarry wool, oh tarry wool

Tarry wool is ill tae spin

Card it well, oh, card it well

Card it well e'er ye begin



When it's carded, wove and spun,

Then your work in almost done

But when it's woven, dressed and cleaned,

It will be clothing for a queen



Up, ye shepherds, dance and skip

O'er the hills and valleys trip

Sing in praise of tarry wool

And of the flock who bears it, too



Poor harmless creatures, without blame

They clothe the back and cram the wame

Keep us warm and hearty, too

Well's on us, our tarry wool



Hart and hind and fallow deer

Not by half so useful are

From kings to him that holds the plough

All are obliged to tarry wool



Who'd be a king, can any tell

When a shepherd lives so well

Lives so well and pays his due

With honest heart and tarry wool



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