The crow ballad.

And the man took a walk into the firewood (forest)
Hey move, into the the firewood (forest).
There sat a crow in the grove and crowed.
Hey move, faltu riltu raltura.

The man he thought to himself;
Should think now that crow wants to kill me?

And the man he turned his horse around,
then drove back home to his farm again.

Oh listen, my husband, what I'm asking you;
"What happened to the firewood you drove for me?"

"I did not drive any wood for you,
cause the crow swore that she she would kill me"

"Oh, has anyone heard of a greater shame!
You ever heard that a crow killed a man?"

But the crow came to the roof and crowed,
and the man went quickly up trough the vent.

And the man bent his bow with the knee,
then he shot the crow, so that she fell down.

Then he harnessed the ten foals,
but the crow she broke all dikes.

Then he skinned the crow and sliced her to parts,
she weighted around sixteen and twenty pounds.

Out of the skin he made twelve pairs of shoes,
the best pair he gave to his mother.

And the meat he salted in barrels and fat,
and the tongue he had for Christmas dinner.

Out of the intestines he made twelve pairs of rope,
and the claws he used as dung forks.

And the beak he used as a church-boat,
that people could sail with to and from.

And the mouth he used to grind the grain,
and the ears he turned into blow horns.

Out of the eyes he made stove glass,
and the neck he placed on the church for looks.

And the one who says that a crow has no use,
is not worthy to get a crow.