The Carrion Crow sat upon an oak
O wife o wife bring me my bow
That I may shoot this carrion crow
The tailor shot and missed his mark
and he shot his old sow right through the heart
O wife o wife bring some brandy in a spoon
For our old sow's fallen down in a swoon
Oho said his wife,you're a silly old man1
To kill your old sow and not care a damn2
Oho said the tailor I don't care a damn2
For we'll have pork-pie, sausages and ham3
Oh the old sow died and the bell did toll
and the little pigs squeaked for the old sow's soul