| One’s for sorrow
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| Two’s for joy
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| Three’s for a girl and
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| Four’s for a boy
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| Five’s for silver
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| Six for gold
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| Seven’s for a secret never told
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| Devil, devil, I defy thee
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| Devil, devil, I defy thee
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| Devil, devil, I defy thee
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| Oh the magpie brings us tidings
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| Of news both fair and foul
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| She’s more cunning than the raven
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| More wise than any owl
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| For she brings us news of the harvest
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| Of the barley, wheat, and corn
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| And she knows when we’ll go to our graves
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| And how we shall be born
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| One’s for sorrow
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| Two’s for joy
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| Three’s for a girl and
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| Four’s for a boy
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| Five’s for silver
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| Six for gold
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| Seven’s for a secret never told
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| Devil, devil, I defy thee
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| Devil, devil, I defy thee
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| Devil, devil, I defy thee
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| She brings us news when from the right
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| Grief when from the left
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| Of all the news that’s in the air
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| We know to trust her best
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| For she sees us at our labor
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| And she mocks us at our work
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| And she steals the eggs from out of the nest
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| And she can mob the hawk
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| One’s for sorrow
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| Two’s for joy
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| Three’s for a girl and
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| Four’s for a boy
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| Five’s for silver
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| Six for gold
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| Seven’s for a secret never told
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| Devil, devil, I defy thee
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| Devil, devil, I defy thee
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| Devil, devil, I defy thee
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| Now, the priest he says we’re wicked
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| But to worship the devil’s bird
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| Ah but we respect the old ways
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| And we disregard his word
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| For we know they rest uneasy
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| As we slumber in the night
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| And we’ll always leave out a little bit of meat
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| For the bird that’s black and white
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| One’s for sorrow
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| Two’s for joy
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| Three’s for a girl and
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| Four’s for a boy
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| Five’s for silver
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| Six for gold
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| Seven’s for a secret never told |