Id Rather Be Tending My Sheep by The Furrow Collective Lyrics

If I was the King of Tontown town
I'd wear a sword and a golden crown
I'd ride on a four win when we went to the war
With soldiers to follow, a hundred or more

But I'd rather be tending my sheep
Yes I'd rather be tending my sheep
My ewes, and my rams, and my little young lambs
I'd rather be tending my sheep

If I was a Bristol merchant man
With silver to collar, and silver to hem
And fine chests of gold, a sight to behold
The thieves and the robbers they'd soon make me old

So I'd rather be tending my sheep
Yеs I'd rather be tending my sheep
My еwes, and my rams, and my little young lambs
I'd rather be tending my sheep

A shepherd I have been all the days that I've seen
When the fields they are white, and the fields they are green
And I do meet my foe when the cold wind does blow
When he foxes so cunning hide down in the snow
I'd rather be tending my sheep
Yes I'd rather be tending my sheep
My ewes, and my rams, and my little young lambs
I'd rather be tending my sheep