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SHEEPDOGGEREL ANTHEM by Teifi Dog |
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To be sung to the tune of Tannenbaum or The Red Flag [same thing]
Chorus Come rain and gales and whirling snow, We've seen it all before and so We raise a paw and swear that we To farm and flock will faithful be.
1 In byres and yards across this land You'll find our multifarious band Of collies who, though farmers scowl, To pass the time this anthem yowl. 2 We may be muddy and unkempt, And may have fleas and smell a bit, We let folk in and then attempt To bite their heels, we must admit. 3 But when the farmer whistles us And duty calls, then with no fuss We roll right through a five-bar gate And all his needs anticipate. 4 We dip our tails, and crouch nearby To hear, "Away!" or else "Come by!" For we are clever, we're so bright We know our left paw from our right. 5 That gate-roll is a skill innate No other breed can imitate; While other dogs are thwarted quite We're up the mountain out of sight. 6 From puppyhood we know that we Were born to fetch from slope and scree, From pasture, meadow, mountains steep, Those fascinating creatures -- sheep. 7 Though some of us are less than brave We teach those sheep how to behave, We fix them with a glassy stare And disobey they do not dare. 8 We yearn not for a life of ease And only want the boss to please. We're kind to ewe's with new-born lambs And stand our ground 'gainst bolshy rams. 9 The barn is cleared, it's time to shear, And men from neighbours' farms are here. We know today amidst turmoil We shall not rest from farmyard toil. 10 We'll work for hours and hours until Every sheep is off the hill Oh lanolin, oh lanolin, The
smell of sheep all gathered in. 11 No matter how they shout and curse [And some of them do even worse], Each farmer knows one truth of old: A collie's worth is more than gold 12 Though poodles sleep on satin beds And we in barns and draughty sheds. And when we die, in fields we lie With grazing sheep above our heads. Chorus Come rain and gales and whirling snow, We've seen it all before and so We raise a paw and swear that we To farm and flock will faithful be.
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