Here in Ireland they have a nursery rhyme about magpies, that they are prophetic depending on their numbers when seen. So much so, that the weaker minded will run around looking for a second one to adjust the current prophecy they believe the little guy is foretelling.
One for sorrow.
Two for joy.
Three for a girl.
Four for a boy.
Five for silver.
Six for gold.
Seven for a secret,
never to be told.
There’s another older one also:
One for sorrow.
Two for mirth.
Three for a wedding,
Four for death.
Five for silver.
Six for gold.
Seven for a secret never to be told.
Eight for Heaven.
Nine for Hell.
And ten for the devil’s own sell.
Supposedly the band Counting Crows’ name came from this practice.
ONE FOR SORROW!!!
Here in Ireland they have a nursery rhyme about magpies, that they are prophetic depending on their numbers when seen. So much so, that the weaker minded will run around looking for a second one to adjust the current prophecy they believe the little guy is foretelling.
One for sorrow. Two for joy. Three for a girl. Four for a boy. Five for silver. Six for gold. Seven for a secret, never to be told.
There’s another older one also:
One for sorrow. Two for mirth. Three for a wedding, Four for death. Five for silver. Six for gold. Seven for a secret never to be told. Eight for Heaven. Nine for Hell. And ten for the devil’s own sell.
Supposedly the band Counting Crows’ name came from this practice.