The Sheep Stealer

I am a brisk lad, my fortune is bad and I am most wonderful poor Ah but well I intend my sad life for to mend And to build a house down on the moor me brave boys And to build a house down on the moor. My brother does keep fat oxen and sheep and a neat little nag on the down In the middle of the night When the moon do shine bright There's a number of work to be done me brave boys There's a number of work to be done. I'll prowl all around on another man's ground and I'll take a fat sheep for my own I will end of her life, on the edge of my knife Oh and then I will carry her home me brave boys Oh and then I will carry her home My children will hew the skin from the ewe, we will be in a place where there's none When the constables do come, I will stand with my gun And swear all I have is me own me brave boys And swear all I have is me own