The sheep’s in the meadow, the cow’s in the corn! Now is the time for a child to be born. 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 you mind if her hair doesn’t curl. 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. Your mammy and pappy they’ll scrape 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 will put you to sleep. Sang the crow on the cradle. Oh bring me a gun and I’ll shoot that crow dead That’s what your mammy and pappy once said The crow’s on my cradle, oh what shall I do? That is a thing that I leave to you Sang the crow on the cradle.