There was an old woman, she liv'd in a shoe, Heigh ding a ding, what shall I sing? wh Hey rub-a-dub, ho rub-a-dub, three maids in a tub, The butcher, the baker, the candlestick-maker, To be sung in a high wind. Arthur O'Bower has broken his band, Never can turn Sir Arthur O'Bower. Hush-a-bye, baby, upon the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock; When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, Down tumble cradle and baby and all. Daffy-down-dilly is new come to town, With a petticoat green, and a bright yellow gown, And her white blossoms are peeping around. There was an old woman, and what do you think? The rose is red, the violet blue, |