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In a little country village,not very far away
There lived a rich but old man whose hair was turning grey
He had three sons,three only ones,both Jack and Tom were sly
But Ted was on his past could be,he could not tell a lie

The boys  tried to ruin Ted,before the old mans eyes
At last the clock began to tick, till Ted was much despised
The father then,said be gone,you're heartless to the core
Then the black sheeps words they came,just ringing through the door

Don't be angry with me dad,don't drive me from your door
I know that I've been wayward,but I won't be anymore
Just give me,one more chance and put me to the test
You'll find the black sheep loves his dad,far better than the rest

Year by year sped by quickly by,the father now grown old
He called to them both Jack and Tom,and gave them all his gold
I only need a little room,a place by your far side
One night on Jacks returning home,he brought with him a bride

The three began to hate the father more and more each day
At last he heard the three declare,why the old man's in our way
Then they agreed,to send him to,the poor house that was near
Then like a flash,the black sheeps words,came ringing in his ears

A wagon drives up to the door ,it is the poor house van
The brothers pointed to their dad,right there is your man
Then a manly form appeared,came running through the crowd
Stop this you brutes the lad replied,it shall not be allowed

You took the old mans property,and all that he could save
You even sold the little plot,containing mothers grave
I am his son but not your kin,from now till judgement day
The father clasped the black sheeps hand,and they all heard him say

Don't be angry with me son,I know I drove you from my door
I know that I've been foolish son,I'll repeat it ore and ore
I should have given you my gold,for you have stood the test
I found the black sheep loves his dad,far better than the rest