Jolly old hawk and his wings were grey;
Now let us sing.
Who's going to win the girl but me?
Jolly old hawk and his wings were grey
Sent to my love on the twelfth-most day.
Twelve old bears and they was a-roaring,
Eleven old mares and they was a-brawling,
Ten old c**** crawl out in the morning,
Nine old boars and they was a-quarreling.
Jolly old hawk and his wings were grey
Sent to my love on the twelfth most day.
Eight old bulls and they was a-blaring
Seven old calves and they ran before 'em
Six old cows and they was a-bellowing,
Five for fif and a fairy.
Jolly old hawk and his wings were grey
Sent to my love on the twelfth most day.
A four-feeted pig and a three-fistle c***,
And two little birds and a jolly old hawk.
Jolly old hawk and his wings were grey;
Now let us sing.
Who's going to win the girl but me?
Now let us sing.
Who's going to win the girl but me?
Jolly old hawk and his wings were grey
Sent to my love on the twelfth-most day.
Twelve old bears and they was a-roaring,
Eleven old mares and they was a-brawling,
Ten old c**** crawl out in the morning,
Nine old boars and they was a-quarreling.
Jolly old hawk and his wings were grey
Sent to my love on the twelfth most day.
Eight old bulls and they was a-blaring
Seven old calves and they ran before 'em
Six old cows and they was a-bellowing,
Five for fif and a fairy.
Jolly old hawk and his wings were grey
Sent to my love on the twelfth most day.
A four-feeted pig and a three-fistle c***,
And two little birds and a jolly old hawk.
Jolly old hawk and his wings were grey;
Now let us sing.
Who's going to win the girl but me?