JOLLY OLD HAWK



Jolly old hawk and his wings were grey. Now let us sing.

Who's going to win the girl but me

Jolly old hawk and his wings were grey

Sent to my love on the twelfth-most day

Twelve old bears and they was a-roaring

Eleven old mares and they was a-brawling

Ten old cocks crawled out in the morning

Nine old boars and they was a-quarreling

Jolly old hawk and his wings were grey

Sent to my love on the twelfth most day

Eight old bulls and they was a-blarring

Seven old calves and they ran before 'em

Six old cows and they was a-brawling

Five for fifth and a fairy

Jolly old hawk and his wings were grey

Sent to my love on the twelfth most day

A four-footed pig and a three-thistle cock

And two little birds and a jolly old hawk

Jolly old hawk and his wings were grey

Now let us sing

Who's going to win the girl but me



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