Looky there, there were three jolly hunters
A -huntin' one fine day -ish
but a lighthouse in the way
The third says, it's a steeple
With the church blown clear away
so they hunted and they hallowed
And nothin' could they find
With the moon up in the heavens
but the second he snayed.
The third says it's a holland cheese,
with the one half cut away.
So they hunted and they hallowed,
and nothing could they find,
but a bullfrog in a millpond,
and that they left behind.
One says it's a bullfrog,
The third says it's a nightingale,
But with the feathers shaved away,
So they hunted and they hallowed,
But a partridge in a pear tree,
and that they left behind, looky there!
One says it'd be a partridge,
The third says it's a rabbit,
with the ears shot clean away,
So they hunted and they hallowed,
and nothing could they find
But an owl in an owl tree
and that they left behind
The first says, it's an owl
The third says, it's the devil
And they're running to this day
