Okay, Alice, this version of carrion crow has a repeat line, so limber up your tongues, and pay attention.. (and it has a major, not minor tune)(can't you tell?)
A CARRION CROW SAT IN AN OAK

A carrion crow sat in an oak,
To my inkum kiddy kum kymo ray
Watching a tailor mend his coat,
To my inkum kiddy kum kymo ray

cho: Hey folero, gilt in a garrow
Hey folero, gilt in a gay
Up jumps John a-ringing on his bell,
With me inkum kitty come kymo ray

Bring me my arrow and my bow,
To my inkum kiddy kum kymo ray,
Till I go shoot that carrion crow,
To my inkum kiddy kum kymo ray.

The old man fired; he missed his mark;
He shot the old sow through the heart,
To my inkum kiddy kum kymo ray.

Bring me some 'lasses in a spoon,
To my inkum kiddy kum kymo ray,
Till I go heal that old sow's wound,
To my inkum kiddy kum kymo ray.

Oh, now the old sow's dead and gone,
To my inkum kiddy kum kymo ray,
Her little ones go squealing on,
To my inkum kiddy kum kymo ray.

Blessings, Barbara