Brooke L. Leslie
The Tailor and the Crow: An Old Rhyme with New Drawings

THE TAILOR AND THE CROW

 

A carrion crow sat on an oak,

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,

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

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.

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,

the carrion crow,

Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding

do.