Brisk Lad

I am a brisk lad and my fortune is quite bad
In fact I am wondrous poor
But I do intend my fortune to mend
And I'll build me an house down on the moor, my brave boys
I'll build me a house on the moor

My father he keeps fat oxen and sheep
And a neat little nag on the down
But in the middle of the night when the moon it shines bright
There's a number of jobs to be done, my brave boys
There's a number of jobs to be done

For I'll roam around on some other man's ground
And I'll take a fat ewe from his pack
And with the aid of my knife, I shall shorten its life
And I'll carry him home on my back, me brave boys
I shall carry him home on my back

Then my children will pull the skin from the wool
I'll carve him up to the bone
And when the constable do come I'll stand there with my gun
And I'll swear all I have is my own, my brave boys
I shall swear all I have is my own