The Crow On The Cradle

The sheep's in the meadow
 The cow's in the corn
 Now is the time for a child to be born
 He'll laugh at the moon
 And cry for the sun
 And if it's a boy he'll carry a gun
 Sang the crow on the cradle
 And if it should be that this baby's a girl
 Never you mind if her hair doesn't curl
 With rings on her fingers
 And bells on her toes
 And a bomber above her wherever she goes
 Sang the crow on the cradle
 The crow on the cradle
 The black and the white
 Somebody's baby is born for a fight
 The crow on the cradle
 The white and the black
 Somebody's baby is not coming back
 Sang the crow on the cradle
 Your mother and father will sweat and they'll slave
 To build you a coffin and dig you a grave
 Hush-a-bye little one, never you weep
 For we've got a toy that can put you to sleep
 Sang the crow on the cradle
 Bring me my gun, and I'll shoot that bird dead
 That's what your mother and father once said
 The crow on the cradle, what can we do
 Ah, this is a thing that I'll leave up to you
 Sang the crow on the cradle
 Sang the crow on the cradle