Ninety-Nine within the fold
Are safe from fears and storms of night,
But one is on the mountains cold,
'Twill perish there, how sad the sight!
Go search it out and bring it home,
No more in darkness let it roam;
You'll find it there in dreadful plight,
Oh! go and bring it back tonight.
The Ninety-Nine are safe today,
They're all at home, so fully blest,
But one is wand'ring far away,
Upon the mountain's snowy crest.
Mm, oh, go and bring it back tonight.