I am a brisk lad me fortune is quite bad
In fact I am wondrous poor
But it's I do intend me fortune to mend
I still build me an house down
On the moor me brave boys
I shall build me an house down on the moor
Me father he keeps fat oxen and sheep
And a neat little nag on the down
But in the middle of the night
When the moon do shine bright
There's a number of jobs to be done
Me brave boys
There's a number of jobs to be done
For it's I'll roam around
On some other man's ground
I still take a fat ewe from his pack
And with the aid of me knife
I shall shorten its life
And I'll carry him home on me back
Me brave boys
I shall carry him home on me back
Then me children shall
Pull the skin from the wool
I'll carve him up to the bone
And when the constable do come
I'll stand there with me gun
And I'll swear all I have is me own
Me brave boys
I shall swear all I have is me own
The Brisk Lad - The Watersons
