Mom Is Hollering
You work all day
And, into the night
Yet, you still hear them say
You’re asleep
Under a stack of hay
Hey, Little Boy Blue
Come blow your horn….
Nursery Rhyme
Little Boy Blue,
Come blow your horn,
The sheep’s in the meadow,
The cow’s in the corn;
But where is the boy
Who looks after the sheep?
He’s under a haystack,
Fast asleep.
Will you wake him?
No, not I,
For if I do,
He’s sure to cry
Older Origin
Sleepest or wakest thou, jolly shepheard?
Thy sheepe be in the corne;
And for one blast of thy minikin mouth
Thy sheepe shall take no harme.
Mom Is Hollering Little Boy Blue .mp3
by Daniel Brouse 18 March 2011
