From Where I Lie / Sheepcounting

From where I lie
 The sheep can safely graze
 The farm breasts through the haze
 And all is still
 From where I lie
 A magpie skirts the vale
 Reminder now of this o'er-deepening dale
 And all is still
 From where I lie
 Where paper pours through doors
 Where bureaucratic laws deny what's yours
 And all is still
 From where I lie
 Where rushing water scores
 Where bankers close their doors
 And all is still
 From where I lie
 This shotgun is my friend
 A single not uncommon end
 And all is still
 From where I lie
 I take a cartridge new
 And on it scratch some words for you
 And all is still
 Sleep my pretty one sleep
 Lay down in your lambskin
 Now lay you down deep
 And I'll fold you in woolsey
 Down-soft don't you weep my lamb
 Sleep my pretty one, sleep
 One ewe tomorrow true
 Two ewes aplenty
 Three oh how happy we
 Four nearly gentry
 Five how we favoured be
 Six trust to glory
 And seven the world is right
 Eight tells the story
 Nine we may prosper true
 Ten we can start anew
 Sleep my pretty one sleep
 Lay down in your lambskin
 Now lay you down deep
 And I'll fold you in woolsey
 Down-soft don't you weep my lamb
 Sleep my pretty one,
 Sleep my pretty one
 Sleep
 And all, and all is still