Teresa Doyle carrion crow

The carrion crow sat on an oak, to me
I'm not a tailor
Watching a tailor mend his coat, to me
I'm not a tailor
I'm not a tailor keero, Oma neero ki-mo
Baba baba beele-ee-min
It's yours
It's yours
Bring me an arrow and a bow, to me
It's yours- kimo
Til I go shoot that carrion crow, to me
It's my-kimo
It's my day, It's my day
Baba baba beele-ee ka -min
Kam kidi kam-kimo
The old man fired, he missed his mark, to me
Kam kidi kam-kimo
He shot the old sow through the heart, to me
Kam kidi kam-kimo
Oma neero ki-da keero, Oma neero ki-mo
It's all about me
It's all about me
Bring me molasses in a spoon, to me
I'll get molasses in a spoon, to me
Till I heal that old sow's wound, to me
I'll get molasses in a spoon, to me
Give it to me -da keero, Oma neero ki-mo
My father, my father, is dead to me
It's my father's life
Oh now the old sow's dead and gone, to me
I'm it's her little ones
Her little ones go waddlin' on, to me
Her little ones go waddlin' on, to me
Her little ones go waddlin' on, to me
Her little ones go waddlin' on, to me
Baba baba beele -ee ka-min
It's my kidi