Little Bo Peep, all forlorn
Has lost her sheep.
“They are gone,” she moans.
Little Bo Peep do not mourn
“But they are gone,” she repeats.
“All my sheep.
My beautiful sheep.”
Do not mourn Bo Peep
Do not fret and weep
For they will again come home.
No longer will you wait alone.
Little Bo Peep all forlorn
Do not weep and do not mourn,
“They are gone, gone,” she repeats,
“All my sheep, my beautiful sheep.”
From their roving they return, coming home
Beneath the darkening vast blue dome.
Round and round Bo Peep they wind.
Little Bo Peep no longer is forlorn.
No longer will she mourn,
“Gone, gone
My sheep are gone,
All my sheep, by beautiful sheep.”
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