THE MAGPIE
(A) Dm Am / Dm Am Dm Am / Am Dm Am / Am Dm Am Dm
The magpie brings us tidings
Of news both fair and foul;
She's more cunning than the raven,
More wise than any owl
She brings us news of the harvest
Of barley, wheat, and corn
She knows when we'll go to our graves
How we shall be born
Dm Am / Dm Am Dm Am / Dm A / Dm Am Dm
One's for sorrow, Two's for joy,
Three's for a girl and four's for a boy
Five for silver, Six for gold,
And seven for a secret never told
Dm - Am G Am / Dm - Am Dm / Dm Am G Dm
Devil, devil, I defy thee
Devil, devil, I defy thee
Devil, devil, I defy thee
She brings us joy when from the right,
Grief when from the left
Of all the news that's in the air
We know to trust her best
For she sees us at our labor,
And she mocks us at our work
She steals the egg from out of the nest,
And she can mob the hawk
CHORUS
The priest, he says we're wicket
To worship the devil's bird
Ah, but we respect the old ways
And we disregard his word
For we know they rest uneasy
As we slumber in the night;
And we always leave a little bit of meat
For the bird that's black and white
CHORUS
Written by Dave Dodds, copyright Folktracks
Recorded on SATISFIED CUSTOMERS, Sally Rogers and Howard Bursen,
Thrushwood Records 003
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