The Rooster and the Shepherd

I am an ancient Rooster Still looking for the truth Amongst the yawning ruins of my youth I met a laughing Shepherd Long-bitten by the cold Said to me "well, you really don't look that old" So I, took off my hat I began to bear my soul This Shepherd would soon realise, Rooster is 100 years old Crowed I but twenty and taken Away from my yard I quick learned how to fight This Rooster was hard I had a good friend in Black Though shadowed by gambling men we'd meet Sad horror in his eyes upon his defeat And I'm sure you've heard the tale Black and I, the Bonny Grey But as my friend fell I ran away So I apologise For this solitary tear This Rooster has lonesome been, for the last 100 years As I bowed my head The Shepherd understood That I'd lost more than Black, lost again for good I liked her well behaviour As I would often say But one fine winter's morn, she walked away As she was leaving After her I cried But she walked in league with another on the other side In a window high above A girl was shedding tears of her own She came outside and took this Rooster into her home She put gin into my corn Poured whiskey on her flakes Together we sat, cursing our mistakes So I, I need to rest Take the weight off you see A hundred years on this crest, Shepherd looking differently I am an ancient Rooster Still looking for the truth Amongst the yawning ruins of my youth I met a laughing Shepherd He isn't laughing anymore Fare thee well, I'll think of you for sure So I replaced my hat My story had been told That shepherd now in no doubt, this Rooster is a hundred years old.