| The sheep’s in the meadow, the cow’s in the corn
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| Now is the time for a child to be born
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| He’ll cry for the moon, he’ll laugh at the sun
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| If he’s a boy he’ll carry a gun
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| Sang the crow on the cradle
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| If it should be that our baby’s a girl
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| Never ye mind if her hair doesn’t curl
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| With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
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| And a bomber above her wherever she goes
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| Sang the crow on the cradle
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| Rockabye baby, the dark and the light
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| Somebody’s baby is born for a fight
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| Rockabye baby, the white and the black
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| Somebody’s baby is not coming back
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| Sang the crow on the cradle
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| You’re mama and papa, they’ll scrimp and they’ll save
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| Build you a coffin and dig you a grave
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| Hushabye little one, why do you weep?
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| We’ve got a toy that’ll put you to sleep
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| Sang the crow on the cradle
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| Bring me a gun and I’ll shoot that bird dead
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| That’s what your mama and papa once said
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| Crow on the cradle, oh what shall I do?
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| That is a thing that I leave up to you
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| Sang the crow on the cradle |