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 Drowsily come the sheep
From the place where the pastures be,
    By a dusty lane
    To the fold again,
First one, and then two, and three:
 First one, then two, by the paths of sleep
 Drowsily come the sheep.

 Drowsily come the sheep,
And the shepherd is singing low:
    After eight comes nine
    In the endless line,
They come, and then in they go.
 First eight, then nine, by the paths of sleep
 Drowsily come the sheep.

 Drowsily come the sheep
And they pass through the sheepfold door;
    After one comes two,
    After one comes two,
Comes two and then three and four.
 First one, then two, by the paths of sleep,
 Drowsily come the sheep.