JOLLY OLD HAWK 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 @ritual @seasonal @enumeration filename[ JOLLHAWK SF ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===