Little Boy Blue
Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,
The sheep’s in the meadow, the cow’s in the con But where is the boy who
looks after the sheep? He’s under a haycock, fast asleep.
Will you wake him? No, not I, For if I do, he’s sure to cry.
Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,
The sheep’s in the meadow, the cow’s in the con But where is the boy who
looks after the sheep? He’s under a haycock, fast asleep.
Will you wake him? No, not I, For if I do, he’s sure to cry.