| A CARRION crow sat on an oak, |
| Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do, |
| Watching a tailor shape his coat! |
| Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow. |
| Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do. |
Wife, bring me my old bent bow, |
| Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do, |
| That I may shoot yon carrion crow. |
| Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow. |
| Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do. |
The tailor shot, and he missed his mark, |
| Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do, |
| And shot the miller's sow right through the heart |
| Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow. |
| Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do. |
Wife! oh wife! bring brandy in a spoon, |
| Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do, |
| For the old miller's sow is in a swoon, |
| Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow. |
| Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do. |
| ROBIN the Bobbin, the big-bellied Ben, |
| He eat more meat than fourscore men; |
| He eat a cow, he eat a calf, |
| He eat a hog and a half; |
| He eat a church, he eat a steeple, |
| He eat the priest and all the people! |
| A cow and a calf, |
| An ox and a half, |
| A church and a steeple, |
| And all the good people, |
| And yet he complain'd that his stomach wasn't full. |
MONDAY'S bairn is fair of face, |
| Tuesday's bairn is full of grace, |
| Wednesday's bairn is full of woe, |
| Thursday's bairn has far to go, |
| Friday's bairn is loving and giving, |
| Saturday's bairn works hard for its living; |
| But the bairn that is born on the Sabbath day |
| Is bonny, and blithe, and good and gay. |