Yon Two Crows Lyrics - Privateering - Mark Knopfler

Pennies from heaven 

Don't make me laugh 

Here all you'll get 

Is the pattering rain 

Or yon two crows up over the hill 

Looking for winterkill 

Always at your boots 

The mud behind the byre 

With its clammy hold 

Would mock you up a grave 

Here in the mire of a wrecked sheepfold 

And all you'll bring to this 

Is muscle and grit 

Persistence, that's just about it 

What made you think 

There'd be a living in sheep? 

Eat, work, eat, work and sleep 

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Duck under the eaves 

Of the bothy 

To sit here, caged by rain 

Somewhere to go conjure 

A next move 

When I have to think again 

The dog lifts his gaze to plead 

Believes the wizard has a magic stick 

Leans his weight into my tweed 

I give an unholy hand to lick 

I take a swig of sheep dip 

From my flask 

And once again I ask 

What made you think 

There'd be a living in sheep? 

Eat, work, eat, work and sleep 

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They were at this game 

Two hundred years ago 

Had thirty ways 

Of dying young, poor souls 

Laid to rest in their soggy rows 

Rain on their holy books 

Blood and whisky 

On the tongue 

And no-one watching over anyone 

No-one left but your stubborn one 

And the crows and rooks 

Ah, the dying young 

Well I'm not done 

You watch me and I'll watch thee 

I can still work for two men 

And drink for three 

And I raise my flask 

To the clearing skies 

To you, sweepers 

You carrion spies 

To scavenge and survive 

If you can do it so can I