The Silver Backed Crow Poem by Francis Duggan

They live in the woods of the foothills where the bracken does grow
The bane of sheep farmers the silver backed crow
Since of new born lambs they do pluck out the eyes
By their actions to the loathing of mountain sheep men for them they give rise
By sheep farmers it is something quite often said
That they feel happy to shoot a silver backed crow dead
To crows, dogs and foxes they lose many lambs every year
And at the deaths of the killers of their lambs they do not shed a tear
But despite persecution the silver backed crows do survive
Though to rid the woods of them the shepherds do strive
As vermin by governments they are classified
But that they are Nature's survivors of them cannot be denied
They live in the woods of the foothills where the bracken does grow
The bane of sheep farmers the silver backed crow.