Lyrics

Black sheep black sheep, where’s your lamb?
Way down in the valley.
Butterfly, butterfly, flitting round its eye,
And the poor little things cried, “Mammy.”
Mammy said when she went away, to take good care of the baby,
Wgeb she cine vaca she’d bring a piece of cake,
And give a little bit to the baby.


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