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| ON moonlit heath and lonesome bank | |
| The sheep beside me graze; | |
| And yon the gallows used to clank | |
| Fast by the four cross ways. | |
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| A careless shepherd once would keep | 5 |
| The flocks by moonlight there, 1 | |
| And high amongst the glimmering sheep | |
| The dead man stood on air. | |
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| They hang us now in Shrewsbury jail: | |
| The whistles blow forlorn, | 10 |
| And trains all night groan on the rail | |
| To men that die at morn. | |
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| There sleeps in Shrewsbury jail to-night, | |
| Or wakes, as may betide, | |
| A better lad, if things went right, | 15 |
| Than most that sleep outside. | |
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| And naked to the hangmans noose | |
| The morning clocks will ring | |
| A neck God made for other use | |
| Than strangling in a string. | 20 |
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| And sharp the link of life will snap, | |
| And dead on air will stand | |
| Heels that held up as straight a chap | |
| As treads upon the land. | |
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| So here I ll watch the night and wait | 25 |
| To see the morning shine, | |
| When he will hear the stroke of eight | |
| And not the stroke of nine; | |
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| And wish my friend as sound a sleep | |
| As lads I did not know, | 30 |
| That shepherded the moonlit sheep | |
A hundred years ago.
Line 6: Hanging in chains was called keeping sheep by moonlight. | |
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