The Collected Poems of William H. Davies/Sheep

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SHEEP

When I was once in Baltimore, A man came up to me and cried,“Come, I have eighteen hundred sheep, And we will sail on Tuesday’s tide.
“If you will sail with me, young man, I’ll pay you fifty shillings down;These eighteen hundred sheep I take From Baltimore to Glasgow town.”
He paid me fifty shillings down, I sailed with eighteen hundred sheep;We soon had cleared the harbour’s mouth, We soon were in the salt sea deep.
The first night we were out at sea Those sheep were quiet in their mind;The second night they cried with fear— They smelt no pastures in the wind.
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They sniffed, poor things, for their green fields, They cried so loud I could not sleep:For fifty thousand shillings down I would not sail again with sheep.
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