B

Baa, Baa, Black Sheep.

Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes, sir, yes, sir,
Three bags full;
One for my master,
And one for my dame,
and one for the little boy
Who lives down the lane.

Bobby Shaftoe

Bobby Shaftoe went to sea,
Silver buckles on his knee.
He’ll come back and marry me,
Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.

Bobby Shaftoe’s fine and fair,
Combing down his auburn hair.
He’s my friend for evermore,
Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.

Bow, wow, wow

Daddy wouldn’t buy me a bow-wow.
Daddy wouldn’t buy me a bow-wow.
I’ve got a pussey cat,
I’m very fond of that,
But i’d rather have a bow-wow-wow.