[00:46.630]Pennies from heaven
[00:48.290]Don't make me laugh
[00:50.180]Here all you'll get
[00:51.420]Is the pattering rain
[00:53.510]Or yon two crows up over the hill
[00:57.200]Looking for winterkill
[01:01.140]Always at your boots
[01:03.130]The mud behind the byre
[01:06.470]With its clammy hold
[01:09.600]mock you up a grave
[01:10.760]Here in the mire of a wrecked sheepfold
[01:14.190]
[01:16.630]And all you'll bring to this
[01:18.800]Is muscle and grit
[01:21.260]Persistence, that's just about it
[01:24.700]What made you think
[01:25.590]There'd be a living in sheep?
[01:28.040]Eat, work, eat, work and sleep
[01:31.520]
[01:35.210]Duck under the eaves
[01:36.300]Of the bothy
[01:38.090]To sit here, caged by rain
[01:42.120]Somewhere to go conjure
[01:43.800]A next move
[01:44.910]When I have to think again
[01:50.190]The dog lifts his gaze to plead
[01:54.000]Believes the wizard has a magic stick
[01:57.100]Leans his weight into my tweed
[01:59.540]I give an unholy hand to lick
[02:01.940]
[02:04.700]I take a swig of sheep dip
[02:05.930]From my flask
[02:09.489]And once again I ask
[02:11.999]What made you think
[02:13.149]There'd be a living in sheep?
[02:15.499]Eat, work, eat, work and sleep
[02:19.279]
[02:42.740]They were at this game
[02:43.939]Two hundred years ago
[02:46.779]Had thirty ways
[02:47.779]Of dying young, poor souls
[02:50.470]Laid to rest in their soggy rows
[02:53.159]Rain on their holy books
[02:58.129]Blood and whisky
[02:59.779]On the tongue
[03:02.990]And no one watching over anyone
[03:06.990]No one left but your stubborn one
[03:09.389]And the crows and rooks
[03:12.929]
[03:15.809]Ah, the dying young
[03:19.989]Well I'm not done
[03:22.379]You watch me and I'll watch thee
[03:25.559]I can still work for two men
[03:27.509]And drink for three
[03:28.900]
[03:30.590]And I raise my flask
[03:30.889]To the clearing skies
[03:33.689]To you, sweepers
[03:34.820]You carrion spies
[03:38.070]To scavenge and survive
[03:41.049]If you can do it so can I
[03:43.889]