Crow on the Cradle

[Duke_Leto]

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.