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A carrion-crow sat on an oak,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi-ding do,
Watching a tailor mend his cloak;
Sing heigh, sing ho, the carrion-crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi-ding do!

Wife, bring me my old ben’ bow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi-ding do,
That I may shoot yon carrion-crow;
Sing heigh, sing ho, the carrion-crow,
Wife, bring me my ol Fol de nddle, lol de
Wife, bring me my old ben’ riddle, hi-ding do!

The tailor shot, but he missed his mark,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi-ding do,
And he shot the old sow right through the heart;
Sing heigh, sing ho, the carrion-crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi-ding do!

IV

Little Miss Muffett Sat on a tuffet, Eating of curds and whey;

There came a great spider And sat down beside her, And frightened Miss Muffett away.

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