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A carrion crow sat on an oak,

HNR 195

a
A carrion crow sat on an oak,
Watching a tailor shape his cloak.
Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.

b
The carrion crow began to rave,
And called the tailor a croocked knave.
Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.

c
Wife, bring me my old bent bow,
That I may shoot yon carrion crow.
Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.

d
The tailor he shot and missed his mark,
And shot his own sow through the heart.
Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.

e
Wife, bring brandy in a spoon,
For our old sow is in a swoon.
Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.




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