If I was the King of Taunton town
I'd wear a sword and a golden crown. I'd ride on afore when we went to the war With soldiers to follow, a hundred or more! |
But I'd rather be tending my sheep,
Yes, I'd rather be tending my sheep; My ewes and my rams and my little young lambs, I'd rather be tending my sheep. |
If I was a Bristol merchant-man,
With silver to collar and silver to hem, And fine chests of gold, a sight to behold. The thieves and the robbers they'd soon make me old. |
A shepherd I've been all the days that I've seen,
When the fields they're white and the fields they are green. And I do meet my foe when the cold wind does blow, When the foxes so cunning hide down in the snow. Uma canção feita com versos que celebram a simplicidade da vida campo, oposta ao poder e à vida urbana. |
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