Sheep Shearing

Here?s the rose bud in June where sweet violets do grow,
See the small birds singing their songs on ev?ry green tree,
Here?s the pink and the lily, and the daffy-down-dilly,
To adorn and perfume the sweet meadows in June.
So they?re all off to plough,
While fat oxen they draw.
And the lads and bonny lasses a sheep-shearing they go.

Now the shepherd he shews his jolly jolly fleece,
What pleasure can be greater then to talk of his increase,
SO we laugh and we sing while we dance round the ring,
To adorn and perfume, &c.

Here?s the cleanly milk pail, filled up with mild ale,
And our tables, our tables, are on the green grass,
So we laugh and we sing while we dance round the ring,
To adorn, and perfume, &c.