Intro: Pennies from heaven Don?t make me laugh   Here all you?ll get   Is the pattering rain Or yon two crows up over the hill Looking for winterkill Always at your boots The mud behind the byre   With its clammy hold   Would mock you up a grave Here in the mire of a wrecked sheepfold And all you?ll bring to this   Is muscle and grit   Persistence that?s just about it   What made you think There?d be a living in sheep? Eat work eat work and sleep Duck under the eaves Of the bothy To sit here caged by rain   Somewhere to go conjure A next move When I have to think again The dog lifts his gaze to plead Believes the wizard has a magic stick   Leans his weight into my tweed I give an unholy hand to lick I take a swig of sheep dip   From my flask   And once again I ask   What made you think There?d be a living in sheep? Eat work eat work and sleep /u>   They were at this game   Two hundred years ago   Had thirty ways Of dying young poor souls   Laid to rest in their soggy rows Rain on their holy books Blood and whisky   On the tongue   And no-one watching over anyone   No-one left but your stubborn one And the crows and rooks Ah the dying young   Well I?m not done   You watch me and I?ll watch thee   I can still work for two men And drink for three   And I raise my flask To the clearing skies   To you sweepers   You carrion spies   To scavenge and survive   If you can do it     so can I /u>