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 cry for the moon, he’ll laugh at the sun
If he’s a boy he’ll carry a gun
Sang the crow on the cradle
If it should be that our baby’s a girl
Never ye 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
Rockabye baby, the dark and the light
Somebody’s baby is born for a fight
Rockabye baby, the white and the black
Somebody’s baby is not coming back
Sang the crow on the cradle
You’re mama and papa, they’ll scrimp and they’ll save
Build you a coffin and dig you a grave
Hushabye little one, why do you weep?
We’ve got a toy that’ll put you to sleep
Sang the crow on the cradle
Bring me a gun and I’ll shoot that bird dead
That’s what your mama and papa once said
Crow on the cradle, oh what shall I do?
That is a thing that I leave up to you
Sang the crow on the cradle