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There are two versions of lyrics for this song, both with the same music. Words & Music: Jake Thackray Click here to download guitar tab The Shepherdess She was a simple, shabby little shepherdess : people pooh-poohed her, they said she looked a mess. Nobody else was ever so despised as she : nobody else but her flea-bitten sheep and me. I must confess that she didn’t seem to dress too neat, and, truth to tell, she didn’t seem to smell so sweet. Nobody knew how loving, tender, she could be : nobody else but her baa-baa sheep and me. One day in springtime, I was walking by the riverside, and there I saw, where the cool and greeny waters glide, my shepherdess undressing by a chestnut tree : nobody saw but her bleating sheep and me. She stretched out to sleep in the sun, as shepherdesses do, covering herself with a chestnut blossom or two. Nobody knows that the breeze could blow so generously : nobody else but her scatter-brained sheep and me. Now I have a wife who’s a shabby little shepherdess : people pooh-pooh us, but we couldn’t care less. Nobody else has seen her blossom, seen her sleeping : nobody else but me, and half-a-dozen po-faced sheep. The Shepherdess She was a simple, shabby little shepherdess : they used to laugh at her, they said she looked a mess. I must confess that she didn’t dress so neat, and truth to tell, she didn’t smell so sweet. Her face was pretty mucky and her hair was always all of a heap : but what else can you do when you live with a bunch of sheep ? I couldn’t scoff, for I’m no toff myself : I’ve not got such a lot on my own top shelf. One day in springtime, I was walking by the riverside, and there I saw, where the cool and greeny waters glide, a sight that began to make, make a man of me : a shepherdess undressed by a chestnut tree. “Prithee, pretty shepherdess, pray tell me why you bathe all alone ? Tell me your sweet name and I will make my heart your chaperone. “You’d better not come too close, you bam,” her voice rose : “when I get back me frock, I’ll knock your teeth up your nose.” Thus she bade me to return her few poor clothes, but I was in love, and I’d taken care of those : and furthermore, I swore that never would she cover herself with anything else but me. Now I’ve got a wife who’s a shabby little shepherdess : she nags and she swears and she beats me, but we couldn’t care less. You may deride my bride, for she’s not so posh : but you’ve not seen my queen when she’s had a wash... Click here to download guitar tab |