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
