I BE the Shepherd o' the farm: An' be so proud a-roven round Wi' my long crook a-thirt my yarm, As ef I wer a king a-crown'd. An' I da bide al day among The bleäten sheep, an' pitch ther vuold; An' when the evemen shiades be long Da zee 'em al a-penn'd an' tuold. An' I da zee the frisken lam's, Wi' swingen tails and woolly lags, A-playen roun' ther veeden dams, An' pullen o' ther milky bags. An' I, bezide a hawtharn tree, Da zit upon the zunny down, While shiades o' zummer clouds da vlee Wi' silent flight along the groun'. An' there, among the many cries O' sheep an' lam's, my dog da pass A zultry hour wi' blinken eyes, An' nose a-stratch'd upon the grass. But in a twinklen, at my word, The shaggy rogue is up an' gone Out roun' the sheep lik' any bird, To do what he's a-zent upon. An' wi' my zong, an' wi' my fife, An' wi' my hut o' turf an' hurdles, I wou'den channge my shepherd's life To be a-miade a king o' wordles. An' I da goo to washen pool, A-sousen auver head an' ears The shaggy sheep, to cleän ther wool, An' miake 'em ready var the shears. An' when the shearen time da come, I be at barn vrom dawn till dark, Wher zome da catch the sheep, and zome Da mark ther zides wi' miaster's mark. An' when the shearen's al a-done, Then we da eat, an' drink, an' zing In miaster's kitchen, till the tun Wi' merry sounds da shiake an' ring. I be the Shepherd o' the farm: An' be so proud a-roven round Wi' my long crook a-thirt my yarm, As ef I were a king a-crown'd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOY BRITTAN [FEBRUARY 8, 1862] by BYRON FORCEYTHE WILLSON THE SNAIL by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT THE FASHION by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE FOUR ZOAS: NIGHTS THE FIFTH AND SIXTH by WILLIAM BLAKE AB ASTRIS by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA FOOT-PRINTS by ANNE MILLAY BREMER |