(As sung by MR. CHARLES CHARRINGTON in the play of “The Three

Wayfarers_”)

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!

_Printed in_ “_The Three Strangers_,” 1883.

[Picture: Sketch of man in old street]