There was an old woman

Sold puddings and pies,
She went to the mill,

And the dust flew in her eyes.
While through the streets,
To all she meets,

She ever cries,
Hot Pies — Hot Pies.

A cow and a calf,

An ox and a half,
Forty good shillings and three.

Is not that enough tocher
Fora shoemaker's daughter,

A bonny sweet lass
With a coal-black ee?

The little Robin grieves

When the snow is on the ground, For the trees have no leaves,

And no berries can be found.

The air is cold, the worms are hid,

For Robin here what can be done ? Let's strow around some crums of bread,

And then he'll live till snow is gone.

Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs in his night gown;
Tapping at the window, crying at the lock,
"Are the babes in their beds, for it's now ten o'clock ?"