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Brewster; Ballads and Songs of Indiana 291
4. "We'll take this old sow up to the house/'
Turn a long down pully down kimo; "I'm sure we'll have cheese, puddin', and souse." Turn a long down pully down kimo.
5. The old sow's dead and buried in a hole,
Turn a long down pully down kimo, And the little pigs prayed for the old sow's soul, Turn a long down pully down kimo.
Chorus
Kimo kaly crow Up jumped pully down Pully with a round down Round down pully down kimo.
B
1. The carrion crow he sat upon an oak,
And he spied an old tailor a-cutting out a cloak. Heigho! the carrion crow.
2. The carrion crow he began for to rave, And he called the tailor a lousy knave!
Heigho! the carrion crow.
3. "Wife, go fetch me my arrow and my bow,
I'll have a shot at that carrion crow." Heigho! the carrion crow.
4. The tailor he shot, and he missed his mark, But he shot the old sow through the heart.
Heigho ? the carrion crow.
5. "Wife, go fetch me some treacle in a spoon,
For the old sow's in a terrible swoon!" Heigho! the carrion crow. |
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