One's for sorrow, two's for joy
Three's for a girl, and four's for a boy
Five's for silver, six for gold
Seven's for a secret, never told
Devil, devil, I defy thee
Devil, devil, I defy thee
Devil, devil, I defy thee
Oh, the Magpie brings us tidings
Of news both fair and foul.
She's more cunning than the Raven,
More wise than any Owl.
For she brings us news of the harvest;
Of the barley, wheat, and corn.
And she knows when we'll go to our graves,
And how we shall be born.
One's for sorrow, two's for joy
Three's for a girl, and four's for a boy
Five's for silver, six for gold
Seven's for a secret, never told
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.
And she steals the eggs from out of the nest.
And she can [mob the hawk?].
One's for sorrow, two's for joy
Three's for a girl, and four's for a boy
Five's for silver, six for gold
Seven's for a secret, never told
Devil, devil, I defy thee
Devil, devil, I defy thee
Devil, devil, I defy thee
The priest, he says we're wicked
For 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'll always leave out a little bit of meat
For the bird that's black and white.
One's for sorrow, two's for joy
Three's for a girl, and four's for a boy
Five's for silver, six for gold
Seven's for a secret, never told

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