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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 at the moon and 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 you mind if her hair doesn't curl |
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Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes |
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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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Your mother and father they'll scrap and they'll save |
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Build you a coffin and dig you a grave |
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Hush a bye little one, why do you weep? |
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We have a toy that will 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 father and mother once said |
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Crow on the cradle, what shall I do? |
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That is the thing I'll leave up to you |
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Sang the crow on the cradle |
