Lyrics
(American folk song)
Black sheep, black sheep, where’s your lamp?
Way down in the valley.
Butterfly, butterfly, flitting round its eye,
And the poor little thing cried, “Mammy.”
Mammy said when she went away
To take good care of the baby.
When she come back she’d bring a piece of cake,
And give a little bit to the baby.
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- Country: US
- Subjects: colors / insects / sheep
- Harmony: I, IV, V
- Meter: 4
- Scale: pentatonic
- Tones: m,s,l,drms
- Source: Animal Folk Songs for Children, Ruth Seeger, 1950
- PDF of song with chords
- MIDI file
- Listen to the melody
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