The ole black sheep
Is looking for her lamb
Way down in the meadow.

The buzzards and the flies
Are picking out it's eyes
And the poor lamb cries "Mammy".

My mother told me
To take good care of the baby,
But I just laid
And the baby strayed
Way down in the meadow.

And I'll roving, roving gory-o go
I could not find my baby-o
And I'll roving, roving gory-o go
Way down in the meadow.