POETRY/ BALLADS

” When the crow says an intelligent thing, chickens may laugh at it. This is the laughing of the sand castles at the powerful waves…..Mehmet Murat Ildan

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Three Black Crows…

Three black crows sat on a tree,

They were as black, as black as crows could be.

Faark, Faark, Faark.

Said one black crow unto the others

“Where shall we dine today my brothers?”

Faark, Faark, Faark

“On yonder hill’s an old grey mare.

I think we might as well dine there”.

Faark, Faark, Faark.

They perched upon her high backbone,

And picked her eyes out one by one.

Said the second black crow unto the other,

“Isn’t she a tough old bugger”

Faark, Faark, Faark.

Up come a squatter with his gun,

And shot them all excepting one.

Now that one black crow got such a fright,

He turned from black right into white.

That is why you’ll often see

A white crow perched upon the tree.

Author unidentified.

I first heard “Three Black Crows” recited back in the 1950’s . A family friend by the name of Billy Monteith, an old ringer/drover from North Queensland, used to recite it, and I never forgot it. Every time I see or hear a crow and there’re a lot around here, I think of old Billy and his ballad.

Cheers,

Jimmy Bee

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