The poem
(As sung by Mr. Charles Charrington in the play of "The Three Wayfarers")
O MY trade it is the rarest one, Simple shepherds all-- My trade is a sight to see; For my customers I tie, and take 'em up on high, And waft 'em to a far countree!
My tools are but common ones, Simple shepherds all-- My tools are no sight to see: A little hempen string, and a post whereon to swing, Are implements enough for me!
To-morrow is my working day, Simple shepherds all-- To-morrow is a working day for me: For the farmer's sheep is slain, and the lad who did it ta'en, And on his soul may God ha' mer-cy!