"What have you done with your sheep,
Little Bo-Peep?
What have you done with your sheep,
Bo-Peep?"
"Little Boy Blue, what fun!
I've lost them, every one!"
"Oh, what a thing to have done,
Little Bo-Peep!"

"What have you done with your sheep,
Little Boy Blue?
What have you done with your sheep,
Boy Blue?"
"Little Bo-Peep, my sheep
Went off, when I was asleep."
"I'm sorry about your sheep,
Little Boy Blue."

"What are you going to do,
Little Bo-Peep?
What are you going to do,
Bo-Peep?"
"Little Boy Blue, you'll see
They'll all come home to tea."
"They wouldn't do that for me,
Little Bo-Peep."

"What are you going to do,
Little Boy Blue?
What are you going to do,
Boy Blue?"
"Little Bo-Peep, I'll blow
My horn for an hour or so."
"Isn't that rather slow,
Little Boy Blue?"

"Whom are you going to marry,
Little Bo-Peep?
Whom are you going to marry,
Bo-Peep?"
"Little Boy Blue, Boy Blue,
I'd like to marry you."
"I think I should like it too,
Little Bo-Peep."

"Where are we going to live,
Little Boy Blue?
Where are we going to live,
Boy Blue?"
"Little Bo-Peep, Bo-Peep,
Up in the hills with the sheep."
"And you'll love your little Bo-Peep,
Little Boy Blue?"

"I'll love you for ever and ever,
Little Bo-Peep.
I'll love you for ever and ever,
Bo-Peep."
"Little Boy Blue, my dear,
Keep near, keep very near."
"I shall be always here,
Little Bo-Peep."

Gray eyes and gold hair, 
Who remembers you were fair,
When on middle earth you were 
Gray Eyes? 

You were half a fairy then: 
Are you claimed of them again, 
Now you've gone beyond my ken, 
Gray Eyes? 

Sailing over perilous seas, 
Dreaming under rowan-trees; 
Quiet heart and quiet hand, 
Are you back in Fairyland, 
Gray Eyes?

You were cold as winter snow 
To the soul that sought to know, 
Creed and whimsy old and new, 
Heights and deeps and dreams of you, 
Gray Eyes? 

Are you kinder now my feet 
Lose your track in lane and street, 
For all time, O cold and sweet 
Gray Eyes? 

Do you wish that you could set 
Me the lesson to forget 
That our souls had ever met,
Gray Eyes? 

Much I sowed and naught I reap,
Come and give me dreams to keep — 
Be not as of old you were,
Cold as death, as void of care,
Gray Eyes? 

Nay, but come without the change, 
I should find the warm heart strange. 
Come to me, as cold as snow — 
For I loved you thus, you know,
Gray Eyes.