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THE LOST LAMB
Your mother, lamb,
Will not forsake you;
No leering wolf
Shall overtake you.
Will not forsake you;
No leering wolf
Shall overtake you.
With other lambs
You frisked, forgetting
Your woolly mother's
Voice and petting.
You frisked, forgetting
Your woolly mother's
Voice and petting.
So now your heart
With fear is beating;
You fill the air
With constant bleating.
With fear is beating;
You fill the air
With constant bleating.
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And I am sure
Your mother's crying;
She thinks you lost,
Or dead, or dying.
Your mother's crying;
She thinks you lost,
Or dead, or dying.
So stay, my dear,
Both fond and steady,
Where milk and love
Are always ready.
Both fond and steady,
Where milk and love
Are always ready.
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