The Jealous Crow

"Cora, Cora!" Cried the crow
 From the bow of a linden tree.
 "I've come to praise your beauty
 Won't open the window for me,
 Open the window for me."
 "Kind crow," Cora cried.
 "Your words, they flatter me,
 But I'll not open my window
 For your eyes are jealous green,
 Your eyes are jealous green."
 Then the jealous crow cried "Cora!"
 Fast down the chimney shoot flew.
 "I'll share these ragged feathers
 And steal your beauty from you."
 "Mother, Mother!" Cora cried
 as she ran from the chimney creel
 "A crow has caught my ringlets
 For my beauty she would steal,
 My beauty she would steal."
 "Cora!" her mother cried,
 "Beware the jealous crow!"
 Then ran to her chamber
 And opened Cora's door,
 Opened her daughter's door.
 Then the jealous crow cried "Cora!"
 And an awful scream was heard.
 There sat an aged woman,
 Then flew a beautiful bird.
 "Cora!" her mother cried,
 "How have you ebony wings?"
 "And who's this aged woman
 With eyes of jealous green,
 With eyes of jealous green?"
 "Mother it is the crow
 with eyes of jealous green.
 She tried to steal my beauty,
 But now I've ebony wings,
 Beautiful ebony wings."
 Then the jealous crow cried "Cora!
 Why do you mock me so?
 You'll always be a beauty
 And I a jealous crow."
 Then the jealous crow cried "Cora!
 Why do you mock me so?
 You'll always be a beauty
 And I a jealous crow."