Blow The Winds / The Game Of Draughts - Eliza Carthy

There was a shepherd’s son

He kept sheep on the hill

He laid his pipe and his crook aside

And there he slept his fill

Chorus (after each verse):

And blow the winds high-o, high-o

Sing blow the winds high-o

Well he looked east and he looked west

He took another look

And there he saw a lady gay

Was dipping in a brook

She said: «Sir, don’t touch my mantle

Come let my clothes alone

I will give you as much bright money

As you can carry home»

«I will not touch your mantle

I’ll let your clothes alone

But I’ll take you out of the water clear

My dear to be my own»

He mounted her on a milk white steed

Himself upon another

And there they rode along the road

Like sister and like brother

And as they rode along the road

He spied some cocks of hay

«Oh look!»

he says, «there's a lovely place

For men and maids to play»

And when they came to her father’s house

They rang long at the ring

And who is there but her brother

To let the young girl in

When the gates were opened

This young girl she jumped in

«Oh, look!»

she says, «you're a fool without

And I’m a maid within!»

«There is a horse in my father’s stable

He stands behind the thorn

He shakes himself above the trough

But dares not pry the corn»

«There is cock in my father’s yard

A double comb he wears

He shakes his wings and he crows full loud

But a capon’s crest he bears»

«And there is a flower, in my father’s garden

It’s called the marigold

The fool that will not, when he can

He shall not when he would»

Says the shepherd’s son as he doffed his shoes

«My feet they shall run bare

And if I ever meet another girl

I’ll have that girl beware»