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."
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Ba, ba, black sheep, Have you any wool?Yes, marry, have I, Three bags full.One for my master, One for my...
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