Ballads for little folk . THE CROWS CHILDREN. J@£:^>^*^i A huntsman, bear-^Sk*3#^^^L in8 his gun a-field,. Went whistling mer-rily ; ?li^^.fx ^^r When he heard the iUm^^^K 1\I blackest of black crows Call out irom a witheredtree: — *%&ml£ mm You are going t0 kin the |J,4t^ thievish birds, |W if ^ And I would if I were you ; p But you musn t touch myfamily,Whatever else you do ! Im only going to kill thebirdsThat are eating up mycrop ;And if your young ones dosuch things,Be sure theyll have tostop. ® Oh, said the crow, mychildrenAre the best ones ever born ;There isnt one among them allWould
Ballads for little folk . THE CROWS CHILDREN. J@£:^>^*^i A huntsman, bear-^Sk*3#^^^L in8 his gun a-field,. Went whistling mer-rily ; ?li^^.fx ^^r When he heard the iUm^^^K 1\I blackest of black crows Call out irom a witheredtree: — *%&ml£ mm You are going t0 kin the |J,4t^ thievish birds, |W if ^ And I would if I were you ; p But you musn t touch myfamily,Whatever else you do ! Im only going to kill thebirdsThat are eating up mycrop ;And if your young ones dosuch things,Be sure theyll have tostop. ® Oh, said the crow, mychildrenAre the best ones ever born ;There isnt one among them allWould steal a grain of corn. The Crows Children. 159 But how shall I know which ones they are ? Do they resemble you ? Oh no, said the crow, theyre the prettiest birds, And the whitest that ever flew ! So off went the sportsman, whistling, And off, too, went his gun ;And its startling echoes never ceased Again till the day was done. And the old crow sat untroubled, Cawing away in her nook;For she said, Hell never kill my birds, Since I told him how they look. Now there s the hawk, my neighbor,Shell
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