Along a mountain pass there is a patch of grass
Where the swingin' shepherd plays his tunes
His sheep never stray dancing all day
'Til they see the pale and yellow moon
And then he leads his flock and on would they all rock
To the tune of the swingin' shepherd blues
Wail on shepherd play those howling [Incomprehensible]
C'mon shepherd let it echo through the hills
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