Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir three bags full One for my master, one for my dame One for the little girl who lives down the lane I went to the market to sell my fat hen Tuppence in my pocket, home, home again A penny for my master, a penny for my dame A pretty flower for the pretty girl who lives down the lane Down the lane... My master went out to give the dog a bone My lady's in the garden reading a poem I'm at window staring down the lane Hoping that someone else is doing the same Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir three bags full