Oh, come all you
brave young fellows
That wander by this way
If you're to have a glass
There's a rep con and you must pay
I'll supply you with a
good friend of mine
And your cheques I'll join and call
And you'll see my Blackbird clockin'
On the hills of Matamor
Well, it's Savvy, our loyal Blackbird
She is the best of game
Her offspring are well -proven
In America, France and Spain
Her check has gained her credit
Upon many's the foreign shore
Now she's sitting pretty a -clocking
On the hills of Malabar
Well, it's for your loyal Black bird,
We did not use her well,
And the hard life she has lived now,
There's no mortal man can tell.
When a cage door it was opened,
they rushed in in a score
And they put my bird from clocking
on the hills of Malabar
So our blackbird's going
to leave us now,
Which grieves the neighbours all.
And I hope she'll have good fortune,
Until on her we do call.
She's going over yonder mountain
for to rest in her fine still
And she'll spend her summer season
at the foot of a shady hill
And our blackbird's coming home again
But not to the same place
And I hope your friends and neighbours
Will not bring to her such disgrace
For the lovely lock and the limit
And the thrush will join and call
For to welcome home our blackbird
To the hills of Malabar
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