[Verse 1]

I plucked a feather from a magpie's tail

And I vowed never to see love fail

He bowed, clever, his colours spread

I plucked once more and his tail turned red

[Verse 2]

He said, “One’s for sorrow, but what of two?

And why should I give all to you?”

So then I swore before he fled

I'd pluck once more and his tail turned red

[Outro]

Five is for feathers

They say six is for fur

And seven is for secrets

Seven is for secrets

Never to be heard