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

Yo! Yo! Ebony Sheep, 
Got some wool? 
Yea man, yea man, 
Three dim bags done full; 
One be fo da masta, 
And one be fo yo mama, 
An one be fo da little homey dat libs down da screet. 

* * * * * * * 

Jack and Jill 
Went up the hill 
To fetch a pail of water. 
Jack fell down 
And broke his crown 
And Jill came tumbling after. 

Jack an Jill 
Hip-hoppin up da hill 
To fetch da pail of wada. 
Jack be felt down 
An busted he crown 
An Jill be tumblin too. 

* * * * * * * 

Three blind mice, three blind mice. 
See how they run! See how they run! 
They all ran after a farmer's wife, 
Who cut off their tails with a carving knife. 
Did you ever see such a thing in your life, 
As three blind mice? 

Tree blin mice, tree blin mice. 
Dim suckers be runnin! Dim suckers be runnin! 
Da all run atta dis white man wife, 
She done whacked dare tail wid a carvin knift. 
Whassup, you eva see anythang dat bad in yo life 
As three blind mice?

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