I Softly Went a Huntin'
I softly went a huntin’
To find some softly sheep,
I cannot count without them
To lull me back to sleep.
‘Where art thou little fluffy?’
I called its nicky name,
And taken by the surplus
A hundred bleaters came.
I’ll never count them all in time,
I worried like my pal,
I only wants a little kip
Not like my Auntie Val.
She likes to sleep for England
And all the English men.
Sometimes she sleeps with 40
And sometimes only 10.
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