Little Boy Blue.
Little Boy Blue, come blow up your horn,The sheep’s in the meadow, the cow’s in the corn;Where’s the little boy that tends the sheep?He’s under the haycock, fast asleep.Go wake him, go wake him. Oh! no, not I;For if I wake him, he’ll certainly cry.
Little Boy Blue, come blow up your horn,The sheep’s in the meadow, the cow’s in the corn;Where’s the little boy that tends the sheep?He’s under the haycock, fast asleep.Go wake him, go wake him. Oh! no, not I;For if I wake him, he’ll certainly cry.
Little Boy Blue, come blow up your horn,The sheep’s in the meadow, the cow’s in the corn;
Little Boy Blue, come blow up your horn,
The sheep’s in the meadow, the cow’s in the corn;
Where’s the little boy that tends the sheep?He’s under the haycock, fast asleep.
Where’s the little boy that tends the sheep?
He’s under the haycock, fast asleep.
Go wake him, go wake him. Oh! no, not I;For if I wake him, he’ll certainly cry.
Go wake him, go wake him. Oh! no, not I;
For if I wake him, he’ll certainly cry.