On Compton Downs


Verse 1

Once I was a shepherd boy, kept sheep on Compton Downs
About two miles from Isley, 'twas called a market town;
When we rise all in the moon, when daylight does appear,
Our breakfast we do get, to our fold we all do steer.

Verse 2

When we come to our sheepfold we merrily pitch them round,
And all the rest part of the day we sail the downs all round;
When we get upon the down, gazing ourselves all round,
We see the storm is rising and coming on all around.

Verse 3

There we stand in our wet clothes, shivering with the cold,
We dare not change our garments till we've drove our sheep to fold;
Now the storm is over, and that you may plainly see,
I'll never keep sheep on the downs any more, for there's neither bush nor tree.