| Lyrics: | TARRY WOOL
Tarry wool, oh tarry wool
Tarry wool is ill tae spin
Card it
well, oh, card it well
Card it well e'er ye begin
When it's carded, wove and
spun,
Then your work in almost done
But when it's woven, dressed and cleaned,
It will
be clothing for a queen
Up, ye shepherds, dance and skip
O'er the hills and valleys
trip
Sing in praise of tarry wool
And of the flock who bears it, too
Poor
harmless creatures, without blame
They clothe the back and cram the wame
Keep us warm and
hearty, too
Well's on us, our tarry wool
Hart and hind and fallow deer
Not by
half so useful are
From kings to him that holds the plough
All are obliged to tarry
wool
Who'd be a king, can any tell
When a shepherd lives so well
Lives so well
and pays his due
With honest heart and tarry wool
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