The Shepherdess (1967 Session) - Jake Thackray
She was a simple, shabby little shepherdess
People pooh-poohed her, they said she looked a mess.
Nobody else was ever so despised as she
Nobody else but her flea-bitten sheep and me.
I must confess that she didn't seem to dress too neat,
And, truth to tell, she didn't seem to smell so sweet.
Nobody knew how loving, tender, she could be
Nobody else but her baa-baa sheep and me.
One day in springtime, I was walking by the riverside,
And there I saw, where the cool and greeny waters glide,
My shepherdess undressing by a chestnut tree
Nobody saw but her bleating sheep and me.
She stretched out to sleep in the sun, as shepherdesses do,
Covering herself with a chestnut blossom or two.
Nobody knows that the breeze could blow so generously
Nobody else but her scatter-brained sheep and me.
Now I have a wife who's a shabby little shepherdess
People pooh-pooh us, but we couldn't care less.
Nobody else has seen her blossom, seen her sleeping
Nobody else but me, and half-a-dozen po-faced sheep