Lyrics
Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn.
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
Where is the boy that looks after the sheep?
He's under the haycock, 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 cows will be milk, the sheep to be sharp.
Where is the boy blue taxed the floor?
He's sleeping his way around the clock.
Will you wake him from his sleep? No, not I.
For he will be.
Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn.
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
Where is the boy that looks after the sheep?
He's under the haycock, 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 cows will be milk, the sheep to be sharp.
Where is the boy blue taxed the floor?
He's sleeping his way around the clock.
Will you wake him from his sleep? No, not I.
For he will be.
Written by: 佚名
