THE crow -- the crow! the great black crow! He cares not to meet us wherever we go; He cares not for man, beast, friend, nor foe, For nothing will eat him he well doth know. Know -- know! you great black crow! It's a comfort to feel like a great black crow! The crow -- the crow! the great black crow! He loves the fat meadow -- his taste is low; He loves the fat worms, and he dines in a row With fifty fine cousins all black as a sloe. Sloe -- sloe! you great black crow! But it's jolly to fare like a great black crow! The crow -- the crow! the great black crow! He never gets drunk on the rain or snow; He never gets drunk, but he never says no! If you press him to tipple ever so. So -- so! you great black crow! It's an honour to soak like a great black crow! The crow -- the crow! the great black crow! He lives for a hundred year and mo'; He lives till he dies, and he dies as slow As the morning mists down the hill that go. Go -- go! you great black crow! But it's fine to live and die like a great black crow! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JOYS OF THE ROAD by BLISS CARMAN PHILIP, MY KING by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK PASSING BY by THOMAS FORD (1580-1648) CHARLIE MACHREE by WILLIAM JAMES HOPPIN ASPECTA MEDUSA by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |