The priest, he says we're wicked
To worship the devil's bird.
Ah, but we respect the old ways
And we disregard his word.
For we know they rest uneasy
As we slumber in the night;
And we always leave a little bit of meat
For the bird that's black and white.

One's for sorrow, Two's for joy,
Three's for a girl and four's for a boy.
Five for silver, Six for gold,
And seven for a secret never told.
   
Devil, devil, I defy thee.
Devil, devil, I defy thee.
Devil, devil, I defy thee.