Magpie, was it you who stole the wedding ring?
Or what other thieving bird would steal such hope away?
Magpie, I am lost among the hinterland
Caught among the bracken and the fern
And the boys who have no name
There's no name for us
But still we sing
And still we sing
Little boy, little boy, lost and blue
Listen now, let me tell you what to do
You can run on, run along alone
Or home beween the knees of her
All among her bracken and her fern
And the boy will have a name
And we will sing
And we will sing
One for sorrow
Two for joy
Three for a girl
Four for a boy
Five for silver
Six for gold
Seven for a secret never to be told