Am F E
Old Molly Metcalfe counting sheep
Am E Am
Yan tan tether mether pip she counted
Am F E
Up upon Swaledale steep and bleak
Am E Am
Yan tan tether mether pip she said.
Am F E
Grow little sheep come hail come snow
Am E Am
Yan tan tether mether pip she counted
Am F E
Fine warm wool for a gentleman's shoulderblades
Am E Am
Yan tan tether mether pip she said.
Am F E
Over the heather when the weather is cold
Am E Am
Yan tan tether mether pip she counted
Am F E
Stiff Molly Metcalfe goes bow-leggedly
Am E Am
Yan tan tether mether pip she said.
Am F E
Grow little sheep, come hail come rain
Am E Am
Yan tan tether mether pip she counted
Am F E
Fine warm wool for a lady's counterpane,
Am E Am
Yan tan tether mether pip she said.
Am F E
On her back in the bracken with frozen bones
Am E Am
Yan tan tether mether pip she counted
Am F E
Daft Molly Metcalfe sings alone
Am E Am
Yan tan tether mether pip she said.
Am F E
Grow little sheep, come death come dark
Am E Am
Yan tan tether mether pip she counted
Am F E
No such wool for Old Molly Metcalfe,
Am E Am
Yan tan tether mether pip she said.
