T the siege of Belle-isle AH, bah, black sheep, And one for my dame, And one for the little boy Who lives in the lane. LESS you, bless you, bonnie bee: Take your wings and fly away. ONNIE lass! bonnie lass! wilt thou be mine? Thou shalt neither wash dishes nor serve the swine, But sit on a cushion and sew up a seam, And thou shalt have strawberries, sugar, and cream. YE, baby bunting, Father's gone a hunting, |