Yan, tan, tethera, tethera, pethera, pimp. Yon owd yowe's far-welted, this yowe's got a limp. Sethera, methera, hovera, and covera up to dik, Who's to deal wi' 'em all, and where's me crook and stick?
Why, I counts 'em up to figgits, at figgit there's a notch, Why, there's more to being a shepherd than being on watch. For there's swedes to chop and there's lambing time and snow upon the rick, Yan, tan, tethera, and covera up to dik.
Yan, tan, tethera, tethera, pethera, pimp. Yon owd yowe's far-welted, this yowe's got a limp. Sethera, methera, hovera, and covera up to dik, Who's to deal wi' 'em all, and where's me crook and stick?
From Caistor down to Spilsby, from Sleaford up to Brigg, There's Lincoln sheep all on the chalk, all hung wi' wool and big. And I'm here in Langton wi' this same old flock, Just like me grandad did before they meddled with the clock.
Yan, tan, tethera, tethera, pethera, pimp. Yon owd yowe's far-welted, this yowe's got a limp. Sethera, methera, hovera, and covera up to dik, Who's to deal wi' 'em all, and where's me crook and stick?
Oh, we've bred our tups and gimmers for their shape and length and girth, And sheep have bred, they've gone away all over all the earth. Why, they're bred in foreign flocks to give the wool its length and crimp. Yan, tan, tethera, pethera, pimp.
Yan, tan, tethera, tethera, pethera, pimp. Yon owd yowe's far-welted, this yowe's got a limp. Sethera, methera, hovera, and covera up to dik, Who's to deal wi' 'em all, and where's me crook and stick?
Oh, they're like a lot of bairns, they are, like youngsters of me own. They fondle round about owd Shep until they're strong and grown. But they gets independent-like, and afore I knows, they're gone, And yet come round next lambing time some more will carry on.
Yan, tan, tethera, tethera, pethera, pimp. Yon owd yowe's far-welted, this yowe's got a limp. Sethera, methera, hovera, and covera up to dik, Who's to deal wi' 'em all, and where's me crook and stick?
Why, yan, tan, tethera, tethera, pethera, pimp. Fifteen notches up to nowt and one yowe with a limp. You reckons I should go away, but you know I'll never go, For lambing time's on top of us and it'll surely snow.
Yan, tan, tethera, tethera, pethera, pimp. Yon owd yowe's far-welted, this yowe's got a limp. Sethera, methera, hovera, and covera up to dik, Who's to deal wi' 'em all, and where's me crook and stick?
Oh, it's lambing time comes regular-like, just as it's always been, And shepherds have to tend to them until they're strong and weaned. Why, me family did it afore I came, they'll have it when I sleep, And they shall count their lambing times like I am counting sheep.
Yan, tan, tethera, tethera, pethera, pimp. Yon owd yowe's far-welted, this yowe's got a limp. Sethera, methera, hovera, and covera up to dik, Who's to deal wi' 'em all, and where's me crook and stick?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
