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.