Capo 5th fret

Standard (EADGBE)

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Pennies from heaven

 Don’t make me laugh

Here all you’ll get

 Is the pattering rain

 Or yon two crows up over the hill

 Looking for winterkill

Always at your boots

 The mud behind the byre

 With its clammy hold

 Would mock you up a grave

 Here in the mire of a wrecked sheepfold

And all you’ll bring to this

 Is muscle and grit

 Persistence, that’s just about it

What made you think

 There’d be a living in sheep?

 Eat, work, eat, work and sleep

Duck under the eaves

 Of the bothy

 To sit here, caged by rain

Somewhere to go conjure

 A next move

 When I have to think again

 The dog lifts his gaze to plead

 Believes the wizard has a magic stick

 Leans his weight into my tweed

 I give an unholy hand to lick

 I take a swig of sheep dip

 From my flask

 And once again I ask

What made you think

 There’d be a living in sheep?

 Eat, work, eat, work and sleep

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They were at this game

 Two hundred years ago

Had thirty ways

 Of dying young, poor souls

 Laid to rest in their soggy rows

 Rain on their holy books

Blood and whisky

 On the tongue

 And no-one watching over anyone

 No-one left but your stubborn one

 And the crows and rooks

 Ah, the dying young

 Well I’m not done

 You watch me and I’ll watch thee

 I can still work for two men

 And drink for three

And I raise my flask

 To the clearing skies

To you, sweepers

 You carrion spies

 To scavenge and survive

 If you can do it so can I

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