Текст на английском языке

I have a grey, white-faced cow
She goes to the gate to lay
And the small hen sitting on the calf
Won't go from my head this year
Seven small sparrows
Quarrelling and throwing dice
And the curlew and its crooked beak
Laughing at their heads
I've got a red coated hare
And two bells that ring at it
And two yellow boulders are it's burden
Beating the greyhounds of wales