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