A carrion crow sat on an oak

With a ling long lilly dong kai row may

And he called for a tailor to make him a cloak

With a ling long lilly dong kai row may

Hey, falero, gil fin-a-garo

Hey, falero, gil fin-a-gay

Up jumped John, he's a ringing on his bell

With a ling long lilly dong kai row may

Wife, oh wife, hand me my bow

That I might shoot yon carrion crow

The tailor shot and he missed his mark

He shot his own sow bang straight through the heart

Wife, oh wife, bring me brandy on a spoon

The old sow's fallen down in a swoon

Oh, said his wife, You're a silly old louse

You've killed the old sow and you don't care a mouse

Oh, said the tailor, I care not a mouse

We'll have black pudding, chitterlings, and souse

The old sow died and they threw her in a hole

The little pigs squealed for their mother's soul