Two Crows

There were two crows sat on a tree

Sing, brethren, sing
There were two crows sat on a tree
And they were as black
And they were as black
And they were as black as black could be

Said number one unto his mate

Sing, brethren, sing
Said number one unto his mate
What shall we have
What shall we have
What shall we have this day for to eat?

In yonder field a horse lies slain

Sing, brethren, sing
In yonder field a horse lies slain
And round his neck
And round his neck
And round his neck there hangs a gold chain

We'll take a lock of his yellow hair

Sing, brethren, sing
We'll take a lock of his yellow hair
To soften our nest
To soften our nest
To soften our nest with gold so rare

We'll perch upon his old breast bone

Sing, brethren, sing
We'll perch upon his old breast bone
And pluck out his eyes
And pluck out his eyes
And pluck out his eyes one by one