The Lincolnshire Shepherd

	  		 
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Yan, tan, tethera, tethera, pethera, pimp. 
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Yon owd ewe's far-welted, this ewe's got a limp 
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Sethera, methera, hovera, and covera up to dik, 
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Whose ta deal wi' 'em all, and wheer's me crook and stick?
 

verse 1 
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Why I count 'em up to figgits, and figgit there's a notch, 
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Why there's more to being a shepherd than to being on watch; 
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For there's swedes to chop and there's lambing time and snow upon the rick, 
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Yan, tan, tethera, and covera up to dik. 

F         Bb       F                 C 
Yan, tan, tethera, tethera, pethera, pimp. 
    F             Bb           C           F 
Yon owd ewe's far-welted, this ewe's got a limp 
F                 Bb          F            C 
Sethera, methera, hovera, and covera up to dik, 
F             Bb               C                    F 
Whose ta deal wi' 'em all, and wheer's me crook and stick? 


verse 2 
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Why from Caistor down to Spilsby from Sleaford up to Brigg, 
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There's Lincoln sheep all on the chalk, all hung wi' wool and big. 
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And I'm here in Langton wi' this same old flock, 
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Just like me grandad did afore they meddled with the clock. 
 
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Yan, tan, tethera, tethera, pethera, pimp. 
    F             Bb           C           F 
Yon owd ewe's far-welted, this ewe's got a limp 
F                 Bb          F            C 
Sethera, methera, hovera, and covera up to dik, 
F             Bb               C                    F 
Whose ta deal wi' 'em all, and wheer's me crook and stick? 


verse 3 
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For we've bred our tups and gimmers for the shape and length and girth, 
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And sheep have bred, have gone away all o'er all the earth. 
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Why they've bred in foreign flocks to give the wool its length and crimp, 
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Yan, tan, tethera, pethera, pimp. 

F         Bb       F                 C 
Yan, tan, tethera, tethera, pethera, pimp. 
    F             Bb           C           F 
Yon owd ewe's far-welted, this ewe's got a limp 
F                 Bb          F            C 
Sethera, methera, hovera, and covera up to dik, 
F             Bb               C                    F 
Whose ta deal wi' 'em all, and wheer's me crook and stick? 


verse 4 
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For they're like a lot of bairns, they are, like youngsters of me own, 
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when They fondle around about owd Shep until they're strong and grown; 
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But they gets independent-like, an a'fore i knows, they've gone, 
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And yet come round next lambing time some more'll carry on. 

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Yan, tan, tethera, tethera, pethera, pimp. 
    F             Bb           C           F 
Yon owd ewe's far-welted, this ewe's got a limp 
F                 Bb          F            C 
Sethera, methera, hovera, and covera up to dik, 
F             Bb               C                    F 
Whose ta deal wi' 'em all, and wheer's me crook and stick?
 

Verse 5 
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Why Yan, tan, tethera, tethera, pethera, pimp, 
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Fifteen notches up to now and one ewe with a limp. 
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Why you reckons I should go away, but you know I'll never go, 
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For lambing time's on top of us and it'll surely snow. 

F         Bb       F                 C 
Yan, tan, tethera, tethera, pethera, pimp. 
    F             Bb           C           F 
Yon owd ewe's far-welted, this ewe's got a limp 
F                 Bb          F            C 
Sethera, methera, hovera, and covera up to dik, 
F             Bb               C                    F 
Whose ta deal wi' 'em all, and wheer's me crook and stick? 


Verse 6 
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For it's lambing time comes reg'lar-like, just as it's always been, 
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And shepherds have to tend to them until they're strong an weaned 
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Why my family did it a'fore I came, they'll have it when I sleep, 
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And they shall count their lambing times like I am countin' sheep. 
 
F         Bb       F                 C 
Yan, tan, tethera, tethera, pethera, pimp. 
    F             Bb           C           F 
Yon owd ewe's far-welted, this ewe's got a limp 
F                 Bb          F            C 
Sethera, methera, hovera, and covera up to dik, 
F             Bb               C                    F 
Whose ta deal wi' 'em all, and wheer's me crook and stick?