Crow on the Cradle

The sheeps are in the meadow The cae are in the corn Now is the time for our child to be born He'll cry at the moon And he'll laugh at the sun If he's a boy he will carry a gun Cries the crow On the cradle And if it should be that our child is a girl Never you mind if her hair doesn't curl Rings on her fingers And bells on her toes A bobber above her wherever she goes Cries the crow On the cradle Rock-a-bye-baby The black and the white Somebody's baby is born for a fight Rock-a-bye-baby The white and the black Somebody's baby is not coming back Cries the crow On the cradle Your mama and papa They'll scrimp and they'll save Build you a coffin And dig you a grave Hush-a-bye little one Why do you weep? We have a toy that will put you to sleep Cries the crow On the cradle We have a gun that will shoot that bird dead That's what your mama and papa once said Crow on the cradle, now what shall I do? That is a thing that I leave up to you Cries the crow Crow, crow On the cradle (Cries the crow) Ai-hai (Cries the crow) Nai-ai-hai (Cries the crow) Ai-hai (Cries the crow) Nai-ai-hai-ai-hai (Cries the crow) Ai-hai (Cries the crow) Ai-hai-ai-ai-hai (Cries the crow) Ai-hai (Cries the crow)