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A / A carrion crow sat on an oak, / Watching a tailor shape his cloak. / "Wife, bring me my old bent bow, / That I may shoot yon carrion crow." / The tailor he shot and missed his mark, / And shot his own sow quite through the heart. / "Wife, wife, bring brandy in a spoon, / For our old sow is in a swoon."
B / Ba, ba, black sheep, / Have you any wool? / Yes, marry, have I, / Three bags full. / One for my master, / One for my dame, / But none for the little boy / That cries in the lane.