TARRY WOOL Tarry wool, oh tarry wool Tarry wool is ill tae spin Card it well, oh, card it well Card it well e'er ye begin When it's carded, wove and spun, Then your work in almost done But when it's woven, dressed and cleaned, It will be clothing for a queen Up, ye shepherds, dance and skip O'er the hills and valleys trip Sing in praise of tarry wool And of the flock who bears it, too Poor harmless creatures, without blame They clothe the back and cram the wame Keep us warm and hearty, too Well's on us, our tarry wool Hart and hind and fallow deer Not by half so useful are From kings to him that holds the plough All are obliged to tarry wool Who'd be a king, can any tell When a shepherd lives so well Lives so well and pays his due With honest heart and tarry wool @work @animal filename[ TARYWOOL SF ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===