English poem
To sheep-shear, my boys! pipe and tabor…
by Anonymous
To sheep-shear, my boys! pipe and tabor strike up: Let's not lose a moment, brisk, push round the cup: Our wool is all hous'd, and our toil is all o'er, Our barns are well-stock'd, now we'll dance on the floor. Come, neighbours! with hearts and with voices in tune, Rejoice at our festival sheep-shear in June; Take each a full jug, drink success to the fleece, And only with day-light let merriment cease.