Lambie, Lambie all forelorn
you were so pretty when you born
my puppy got at you, took out an eye
you're so sad so dirty, that I cried
I hardly had a chance to see your beauty
when my husband presented you
I put you aside for just a moment
and came back to see what my puppy had chewed
You reminded me long ago of my pet lamb
one of a twin, Whiskers was his name
As a little girl, I rode around on his back
rope for a bridle, his saddle was a sack
Whiskers followed me all around
he was the best lamb friend in town
When I washed him and dried him
he came up like a fluffly cotton ball
So Lambie, Lambie all forelorn
I have to now sit your bad side facing the wall
You still look lovely from your good side
and no one can see your missing eye.
