GEORGE'S SON



There was George and there was George's son

Two finer dogs there never did run

They ran the sheep and they ran them well

And George's son, he could run like hell



Oh one dark night when all were safe asleep

To George's son, some devil did creep

Saying show your master, come show him true

What young George's son with them sheep can do



And how they scrambled and how they flew

And how they thundered that parish through

How high the cliff he drove them along

Oh, and in his ears was that devil's song



Their clattering bells roused the shepherd bold

And at that sound, oh his blood ran cold

And he prayed for mercy with all his might

Saying some demon rides with my sheep this night



And quickly quickly he ran the ground

And quickly quickly that cliff he found

And quickly quickly he raised his gun

And the devil smiled on young George's son.



A flock was lost and a fortune too

And a brisk young farmer cold ruin knew

To some laboring job he was forced to come

But his saddest loss was young George's son.



There was George and there was George's son

Two finer dogs there never did run

They ran the sheep and they ran them well

And George's son, he could run like hell



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Based on chapter 5 of "Far from the Maddening Crowd" by Thomas

Hardy.



Recorded by Brass Monkey.

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