Magpie

Magpie

Was it you who stole the wedding ring?

Or what other thieving bird

Would steal such hope away?Magpie

I am lost among the hinterland

Caught among the bracken and the fern

And the boys who have no nameThere's no name for us

Still we singAnd still we sing

Little boy, little boy, lost and blue

Listen now, let me tell you what to doYou can run on, run along, alone

Or home between the knees of her

All among her bracken and her ferns

And the boy will have a nameWe will sing and we will sing

One for sorrow two for joy

Three for a girl, four for a boy

Five for silver, six for gold

Seven for a secret, never to be told