| In a little country village not very far away
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| There lived a rich but aged man whose hair was turning gray
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| He had three sons three only ones both Jack and Tom were sly
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| But Ted was honest as could be he would not tell a lie
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| The brothers tried to ruin Ted before the old man’s eyes
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| At last the plot begin its work till Ted was much despised
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| The father then said begone you’re heartless to the core
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| Then the black’s sheeps words they came just a ringing thru the door
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| Don’t be angry with me dad don’t drive me from your door
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| I know that I’ve been wayward but I won’t be anymore
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| Just give me one more chance and put me to the test
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| You’ll find the black sheep loves his dad for better than the rest
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| Year by year sped quickly by the father now grown old
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| He called to them both Jack and Tom and gave them all his gold
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| I only need a little room a place at your fireside
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| One night on Jacks' returning home he brought with him a bride
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| The three began to hate the father more and more each day
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| At last he heard the three declare why the old fool’s in our way
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| They then agreed to send him to the poorhouse that was near
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| Then like a flash the black sheep’s words came ringing in his ear
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| A wagon drives up to the door it is the poorhouse band
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| The brothers pointed to their dad right there is your man
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| Then a manly form appeared came rushin' through the crowd
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| Stop this you brutes the lad replied it shall not be allowed
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| You took the old man’s property and all that he could save
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| You’ve even sold the little lot containing mother’s grave
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| I am his son but not your kin from now till judgement day
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| The father clasped the black sheep’s hand and they all heard him say
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| Don’t be angry with me son I know I drove you from my door
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| I know that I’ve been foolish lad I’ve repented o’er and o’er
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| I should have given you my gold for you have stood the test
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| I found the black sheep loves his dad for better than the rest |