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The Three Crows (Billy MacGee MacGore) 
The Three Crows (Billy MacGee MacGore) 
There was three crows sat on a tree O Billy MacGee MacGore, There was three crows sat on a tree,
 O Billy MacGee MacGore, There was three crows sat on a tree And they were as black as crows could be,
 And they all flapped their wings and cried: Caw, caw, caw, And they all flapped their wings and cried: Billy MacGee MacGore. 
Said one old crow unto his mate: What will we do for grub to eat? 
There is a dead horse on yonders plain, Just by some cruel butcher's slain. 
We'll perch ourselves on his back-bone, And pick his eyes out one by one. 
Child #26 From Singing Tradition of Child's Popular Ballads, Bronson