The Foolish Shepherd- Samms (NL) Peacock A
[From: Songs Of The Newfoundland Outports, Volume 1, pp.272-273, by The National Museum Of Canada (1965). This is one of two versions collected by Peacock.
R. Matteson 2015]
The Foolish Shepherd - collected in 1960 from George Samms of Codroy, NL, by Kenneth Peacock.
It's of a handsome shepherd
A flock of sheep did keep,
One day he wandered on the hill
All looking for a sheep.
So it's blow ye winds in the morning,
It's blow ye winds hi ho,
To clear away the foggy dew
Then blow, my bully boys, blow.
He lookèd east, he lookèd west,
Then had another look;
'Twas there he spied a fair pretty maid
All bathing in the brook.
So it's blow ye winds in the morning,
It's blow ye winds hi ho,
To clear away the foggy dew
Then blow, my bully boys, blow.
"You leave my satchel on the shore,
You leave my clothes alone,
And when I come out of the brook
You can make me as your own."
So it's blow ye winds in the morning,
It's blow ye winds hi ho,
To clear away the foggy dew
Then blow, my bully boys, blow.
They marched along together
Till they came to a pook of hay,
Saying, "Isn't this a very nice place
For boys and girls to play?"
So it's blow ye winds in the morning,
It's blow ye winds hi ho,
To clear away the foggy dew
Then blow, my bully boys, blow.
"Oh, you come to my papa's house,
You'll get a bed of down,
For the dew has fallen on the ground
And I'll spoil my nice silk gown."
So it's blow ye winds in the morning,
It's blow ye winds hi ho,
To clear away the foggy dew
Then blow, my bully boys, blow.
They marched along together
Till they came to her father's house.
"Now I'm a girl inside the gate
And you're a fool without."
So it's blow ye winds in the morning,
It's blow ye winds hi ho,
To clear away the foggy dew
Then blow, my bully boys, blow.
He took a knife all from his sheath,
He rubbed it on his sleeve.
"The curse of God on any girl
That makes a fool of me!"
So it's blow ye winds in the morning,
It's blow ye winds hi ho,
To clear away the foggy dew
Then blow, my bully boys, blow.
She took the scissors from her side,
And she stabbed them in the ground.
"The curse of God on any man
Who's afraid to spoil a gown!"
So it's blow ye winds in the morning,
It's blow ye winds hi ho,
To clear away the foggy dew
Then blow, my bully boys, blow.
"My papa has a rooster
Who lives among the hens,
He seldom crows and never struts,
And I think you're one of them!"
So it's blow ye winds in the morning,
It's blow ye winds hi ho,
To clear away the foggy dew
Then blow, my bully boys, blow.
And when we passed by Liverpool Cape
A hell of a squall they took,
For the girl stood on the bank, me boys,
And her shimmy towels they shook.
So it's blow ye winds in the morning,
It's blow ye winds hi ho,
To clear away the foggy dew
Then blow, my bully boys, blow.