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The Stealer
I am a brisk lad but my is bad,
And I am wonderful poor.
Oh, indeed I my life for to mend
And to build a down on the moor, brave boys
And to a house down on the moor.
The he do keep fat oxen and sheep
In a neat nag on the downs.
In the middle of the night the moon do shine bright,
There's a of work to be done, brave boys,
a number of work to be done.
Then I'll roam all around in another ground,
And I'll take a fat for my own.
Oh, end his life by the aid of my knife
And then I will carry him home, boys,
And then I will him home.
My will pull the skin from the ewe
And I'll be in a where there's none.
When the constable do come, I'll stand my gun
And swear all I is my own, brave boys,
And swear all I is my own.
From Lloyd, Folk in England
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