Nursery Rhyme. CLXXVI. Songs.

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

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

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

    Wife, bring brandy in a spoon,
        Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,
    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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        [Another version from MS. Sloane, 1489, fol. 17, written in the time of Charles I.]

    Hic hoc, the carrion crow,
    For I have shot something too low:
    I have quite missed my mark,
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1

A carrion crow sat on an oak,
Derry, derry, derry, decco;
A carrion crow sat on an oak,
Watching a tailor shaping his cloak.
Heigh-ho! the carrion crow,
Derry, derry, derry, decco.

2

"O wife, bring me my old bent bow,"
Derry, derry, derry, decco;
"O wife, bring me my old bent bow,
"That I may shoot yon carrion crow."
Heigh-ho! the carrion crow,
Derry, derry, derry, decco.

3

The tailor shot, and he missed his mark,
Derry, derry, derry, decco;
The tailor shot, and he missed his mark,
And shot his old sow right through the heart
Heigh-ho! the carrion crow,
Derry, derry, derry, decco.

4

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[A north country version of a very common nursery rhyme, sung by a child, who imitates the crowing of a cock.]

Cock-a-doodle-do,
My dad's gane to ploo;
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[An ancient Suffolk song for a bad singer.]

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My father he died, but I can't tell you how,
He left me six horses to drive in my plough:
With my wing wang waddle oh,
Jack sing saddle oh,
Blowsey boys bubble oh,
Under the broom.

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I'd fain have made a fortune but did not know how:
With my, &c.

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I'd fain have made a fortune, but lost the best half:
With my, &c.

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And they would go a-hunting
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