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THE THREE CROWS (BILLY MACGEE MACGORE) There was three crows sat on a tree O Billy MacGee MacGore, There was three crows sat on a tree, O Billy MacGee MacGore, There was three crows sat on a tree And they were as black as crows could be, And they all flapped their wings and cried: Caw, caw, caw, And they all flapped their wings and cried: Billy MacGee MacGore. Said one old crow unto his mate: What will we do for grub to eat? There is a dead horse on yonders plain, Just by some cruel butcher's slain. We'll perch ourselves on his back-bone, And pick his eyes out one by one. Child #26 Roud R5 From Singing Tradition of Child's Popular Ballads, Bronson @death @animal filename[ THRERAV2 TUNE FILE: THRERAV2 CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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