Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Have You Any Wool? "That I Have, My Master, Three Bags Full." One Is For The Mother Who Prays For Me At Night-- A Gift Of Broken Promises To Count By Candle-Light. One Is For The Tried Friend Who Raised Me When I Fell-- A Gift Of Weakling'S Tinsel Oaths That Strew The Path To Hell. And One Is For The True Love--The Heaviest Of All-- That Holds The Pieces Of A Faith A Careless Hand Let Fall. Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Have You Ought To Say? A Word To Each, My Master, Ere I Go My Way. A Word Unto My Mother To Bid Her Think O' Me Only As A Little Lad Playing At Her Knee. A Word Unto My Tried Friend To Bid Him See Again Two Laughing Lads In Springtime A-Racing Down The Glen. A Word Unto My True Love--A Single Word--To Pray If One Day I Cross Her Path To Turn Her Eyes Away.