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Carrion Crow (2) A carrion crow sat on an oak With a ling long lilly dong kai row may And he called for a tailor to make him a cloak With a ling long lilly dong kai row may Hey, falero, gil fin-a-garo Hey, falero, gil fin-a-gay Up jumped John, he's a ringing on his bell With a ling long lilly dong kai row may Wife, oh wife, hand me my bow That I might shoot yon carrion crow The tailor shot and he missed his mark He shot his own sow bang straight through the heart Wife, oh wife, bring me brandy on a spoon The old sow's fallen down in a swoon Oh, said his wife, You're a silly old louse (goose) You've killed the old sow and you don't care a mouse Oh, said the tailor, I care not a mouse We'll have black pudding, chitterlings, and souse The old sow died and they threw her in a hole The little pigs squealed for their mother's soul JN