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Little Boy Blue,
Little Boy Blue, come, blow your horn!
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?
Under the haystack, fast asleep!
The sheep have wandered, the cow’s having fun,
Munching on corn in the bright midday sun.
The barnyard’s a mess, the field’s in dismay,
While Little Boy Blue sleeps the day away.
Little Boy Blue, come, blow your horn!
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?
Under the haystack, fast asleep!
They nudge him, they poke him, they moo in his ear,
But Little Boy Blue just won’t appear.
His hat pulled down, his blanket tight,
Dreaming through the noon and night.
Little Boy Blue, come, blow your horn!
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?
Under the haystack, fast asleep!
Now the rooster crows, the sun’s sinking low,
But where could that boy with the horn be, though?
With hay in his hair and dreams in his head,
Little Boy Blue, come, blow your horn!
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?
Under the haystack, fast asleep!
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By bearw3Little Boy Blue, come, blow your horn!
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?
Under the haystack, fast asleep!
The sheep have wandered, the cow’s having fun,
Munching on corn in the bright midday sun.
The barnyard’s a mess, the field’s in dismay,
While Little Boy Blue sleeps the day away.
Little Boy Blue, come, blow your horn!
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?
Under the haystack, fast asleep!
They nudge him, they poke him, they moo in his ear,
But Little Boy Blue just won’t appear.
His hat pulled down, his blanket tight,
Dreaming through the noon and night.
Little Boy Blue, come, blow your horn!
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?
Under the haystack, fast asleep!
Now the rooster crows, the sun’s sinking low,
But where could that boy with the horn be, though?
With hay in his hair and dreams in his head,
Little Boy Blue, come, blow your horn!
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?
Under the haystack, fast asleep!