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A carrion-crow sat on an oak, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi-ding do, Watching a tailor mend his cloak; Sing heigh, sing ho, the carrion-crow, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi-ding do!

Wife, bring me my old ben’ bow, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi-ding do, That I may shoot yon carrion-crow; Sing heigh, sing ho, the carrion-crow, Fol de nddle, lol de riddle, hi-ding do!



The tailor shot, but he missed his mark, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi-ding do, And he shot the old sow right through the heart; Sing heigh, sing ho, the carrion-crow, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi-ding do!