Thomas Hardy
Thomas Hardy
Thomas Hardy
Thomas Hardy
Thomas Hardy
Thomas Hardy
Thomas Hardy
Thomas Hardy
Thomas Hardy
Thomas Hardy
Thomas Hardy
Thomas Hardy
Thomas Hardy
Thomas Hardy
Thomas Hardy
Thomas Hardy
O my trade it is the rarest one,
Simple shepherds all -
    My trade is a sight to see;
For my customers I tie, and take 'em up on high,
  And waft 'em to a far countree!
My tools are but common ones,
      Simple shepherds all -
    My tools are no sight to see:
A little hempen string, and a post whereon to swing,
  Are implements enough for me!
To-morrow is my working day,
      Simple shepherds all -
    To-morrow is a working day for me:
For the farmer's sheep is slain, and the lad who did it ta'en,
  And on his soul may God ha' mer-cy!