Blow the Man Down

1 There was three crows sat on a tree,
Way, hay, blow the man down,
And they was black as black could be.
Gimme some time to blow the man down!

2 Says one old crow unto his mate,
" Where shall we go for somethin' to ate [eat]? "

3 " There is an old horse on yonder hill,
And there we can go and eat our fill.

4 " There is an old horse on yonder mound.
We'll light upon to his jaw-bone. "

5 Says one old crow unto the other,
" We'll pick his eyes out one by one. "
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