Two Crows

There were two crows sat on a tree
 Sing, brethren, sing
 There were two crows sat on a tree
 And they were as black, and they were as black
 And they were as black as black can be
 Said number one unto his mate
 Sing, brethren, sing
 Said number one unto his mate
 What shall we have, oh what shall we have
 Oh what shall we have this day for to eat
 In yonder field a horse lies slain
 Sing, brethren, sing
 In yonder field a horse lies slain
 And round his neck, around his neck
 Around his neck there hangs a gold chain
 We'll take a lock of his yellow hair
 Sing, brethren, sing
 We'll take a lock of his yellow hair
 To soften our nest, to soften our nest
 To soften our nest with gold so rare
 We'll perch upon his old breastbone
 Sing, brethren, sing
 We'll perch upon his old breastbone
 And pluck out his eyes, and pluck out his eyes
 And pluck out his eyes one by one