High climbs the summer sunHigh stands the cornAnd tonight,
when my work is doneWe will borrow your father's carriageWe
will drink and prepare for marriageSoon,
my darling, soon, my darlingShilling for the fellow
who brings the sheep inShilling for the fellow who
milks the herdShilling for the fellow with a wife for
keepingHow can we feed love on a farmboy's wages?
Deep under winter snowDeep lay the lambsAnd tonight,
by the full moon's glowFlask of wine on my feather
beddingWe will drink and prepare for weddingSoon,
my darling, soon, my darlingShilling for the fellow
who brings the sheep inShilling for the fellow who
milks the herdShilling for the fellow with a wife for
keepingHow can we feed love on a farmboy's wages?
People think that I'm no goodPainting pictures carving
woodBe a rich man if I couldBut the only job I do well,
is here, on the farmOn the farm and it's breaking my
backWe will borrow your father's carriageWe will drink
and prepare for marriageSoon,
my darling, soon, my darlingShilling for the fellow
who brings the sheep inShilling for the fellow who
milks the herdShilling for the fellow with a wife for
keepingHow can we feed?Shilling for the fellow who
brings the sheep inShilling for the fellow who milks
the herdShilling for the fellow with a wife for keepingHow
can we feed love on a farmboy'sHow can we feed love
on a farmboy'sHow can we feed love on a farmboy's wages?