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The Tailor and the Crow:
An Old Rhyme
with
New Drawings
by
L. Leslie Brooke
London
Frederick Warne and Co Ltd.
New York
Printed in Great Britain.
COPYRIGHT
1911
Entered at Stationers' Hall.
THE TAILOR AND THE CROW
A carrion crow sat on an oak,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,
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,
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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
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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.
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,
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the carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding
do.