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A little cock-sparrow sat on a high tree, A little cock-sparrow sat on a high tree, A little cock-sparrow sat on a high tree, And he chirrupped, he chirrupped so merrily. He chirrupped, he chirrupped, he chirrupped, he chirrupped, He chirrupped, he chirrupped, he chirrupped, he chirrupped, A little cock-sparrow sat on a high tree, And he chirrupped, he chirrupped so merrily. 2A naughty little boy with a bow and arrow, Determined to shoot this little cock-sparrow; 3For this little cock-sparrow would make a nice stew, And his giblets would make a nice little pie too. 4“Oh, no,” says cock-sparrow, “I won’t make a stew,” And he fluttered his wings, and away he flew. |
THE CARRION CROW
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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 “O wife, bring brandy in a spoon,” Derry, derry, derry, decco; “O wife, bring brandy in a spoon, “For our old sow is in a swoon.” Heigh-ho! the carrion crow, Derry, derry, derry, decco. |