Baa-Baa Black Sheep

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