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O' where are the soldiers -- where can they be found?
	The soldiers lie strewn 'crost the battle-scarred ground
O' thither, O' thither the gorecrow must fly
	Wherever the bodies of dead men do lie
		Tahr-rahrahra caigh-o
		Tahr-rahrahra caigh-ay
	Who shall be feeding the gorecrow today?

And where are the sailors -- O' where can they be?
	The sailors lie floatin', face down, i' the sea
Away thro' the tempest the gorecrow must speed
	Before the cruel ocean recovers her deed
		Tah-rahrahra caigh-o
		Tah-rahrahra caigh-ay
	O' who shall be feeding the gorecrow today?

And where are the ladies -- O' where do they lie?
	In the kitchen or pantry, the wheatfields or rye?
Tis nae matter, for whither Love's maidens lie -- lo!
	Tis thither, O' thither the gorecrow must go
		Tah-rahrahra caigh-o
		Tah-rahrahra caigh-ay
	And who shall be feeding the gorecrow today?

O' where are the children -- the children who've died?
	Hid fast in their cradle, by their mother's side
O' hasten then gorecrow -- O' hasten thee there!
	For the flesh of Love's babes is a pleasure most rare
		Tah-rahrahra caigh-o
	Tah-rahrahra caigh-ay
	O' who shall be feeding the gorecrow today?

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