The DreamersAnd Other Poems
 

Black Sheep, Black Sheep,

Black Sheep, Black Sheep,

 

Have you ought to say?

Have you ought to say?

 

A word to each, my Master,

A word to each, my Master,

 

Ere I go my way.

Ere I go my way.

 

 

A word unto my mother to bid her think o' me

A word unto my mother to bid her think o' me

 

Only as a little lad playing at her knee.

Only as a little lad playing at her knee.

 


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