George's Son There was George and there was George's son Two finer dogs there never did run They ran the sheep and they ran them well And George's son, he could run like hell Oh one dark night when all were safe asleep To George's son, some devil did creep Saying show your master, come show him true What young George's son with them sheep can do And how they scrambled and how they flew And how they thundered that parish through How high the cliff he drove them along Oh, and in his ears was that devil's song Their clattering bells roused the shepherd bold And at that sound, oh his blood ran cold And he prayed for mercy with all his might Saying some demon rides with my sheep this night And quickly quickly he ran the ground And quickly quickly that cliff he found And quickly quickly he raised his gun And the devil smiled on young George's son. A flock was lost and a fortune too And a brisk young farmer cold ruin knew To some laboring job he was forced to come But his saddest loss was young George's son. There was George and there was George's son Two finer dogs there never did run They ran the sheep and they ran them well And George's son, he could run like hell ----------------------------------------------------------------- Based on chapter 5 of "Far from the Madding Crowd" by Thomas Hardy. Recorded by Brass Monkey. DC
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