Little boy blue, come blow your horn,
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn; But where is the boy who looks after the sheep? He's under the haystack fast asleep.
Will you wake him? No, not I,
For if I do, he'll be sure to cry.
Little boy blue, come blow your horn,
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn; But where is the boy who looks after the sheep? He's under the haystack fast asleep.
Will you wake him? No, not I,
For if I do, he'll be sure to cry.