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 cocks crawled 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-blarring
Seven old calves and they ran before 'em
Six old cows and they was a-brawling
Five for fifth and a fairy
Jolly old hawk and his wings were grey
Sent to my love on the twelfth most day
A four-footed pig and a three-thistle cock
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

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