|
Baa，baa，black sheep.
Have you any wool？
Yes，sir，yes， sir.
Three bags full;
One for the master,
And one for the dame,
And one for the little boy.
Who lives down the lane.
Baa， Baa， Black Sheep， have you any wool？
Yes， sir， yes sir， three bags full.
Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye.
Four and twenty black birds baked in a pie.
When the pie wad opened， the birds began to sing.
And wasn't that a dandy dish to set before the king.
Now old king cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he.
He called for his pipe， and he called for his bowl, and he called for his fiddlers three.
And every fiddler had a fine fiddle as fine as it could be.
And a very fine fiddle had he， had he， and a very fine fiddle had he, for.
Old King Cole was a merry old soul， and a merry old soul was he.
He called for his pipe， and he called for his bowl.
And he called for his fiddlers three.
| 
