A carrion crow sat on an oak,

Sing high ho, the carrion crow,

Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding ho,

Watching a tailor shape his coat.

Sing high ho, the carrion crow,

Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding ho.


Wife, bring me my old bent bow,

Sing high ho, the carrion crow,

Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding ho,

That I may shoot yon carrion crow.

Sing high ho, the carrion crow,

Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding ho.


The tailor he shot and missed his mark,

Sing high ho, the carrion crow,

Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding ho,

And shot his own sow right through the heart.

Sing high ho, the carrion crow,

Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding ho.