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Three Crows (Billy MacGee MacGore)

The Three Crows (Billy MacGee MacGore)

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
From Singing Tradition of Child's Popular Ballads, Bronson