An old carrion crow was sitting on an oak
Fol the riddle, rol the riddle, hey ding oh
Watching a tailor cutting out a coat
Sing hey, sing ho, the old carrion crow
Fol the riddle, rol the riddle, hey ding oh

"Oh wife, oh wife, bring me my cross bow
Fol the riddle, rol the riddle, hey ding oh
So that I may shoot yon carrion crow"
Sing hey, sing ho, the old carrion crow
Fol the riddle, rol the riddle, hey ding oh

Oh, the tailor shot and he missed his mark
Fol the riddle, rol the riddle, hey ding oh
And he shot the miller’s sow right through the heart
Sing hey, sing ho, the old carrion crow
Fol the riddle, rol the riddle, hey ding oh

"Oh wife, oh wife, bring brandy in a spoon
Fol the riddle, rol the riddle, hey ding oh
For the miller’s old sow is in a swoon"
Sing hey, sing ho, the old carrion crow
Fol the riddle, rol the riddle, hey ding oh

The old sow died and the bells did toll
Fol the riddle, rol the riddle, hey ding oh
And the little pigs they all prayed for her soul
Sing hey, sing ho, the old carrion crow
Fol the riddle, rol the riddle, hey ding oh