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Indiana University Publications, Folklore Series
The old sow died, and the bells they did toll, And the little pigs prayed for the old sow's soul! Heigho! the carrion crow.
"Never mind/' said the tailor, "I don't care a flea; There'll be still black-puddings, souse, and chitterlings for me/'
Heigho! the carrion crow. |
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