THERE was an old woman toss'd up in a basket, Nineteen times as high as the moon ; Where she was going I couldn't but ask it, For in her hand she carried a broom.
Old woman, old woman, old woman, quoth 1, O whither, O whither, O whither so high? To brush the cobwebs off the sky!
Shall I go with thee? Ay, by and by.
"ROBERT BARNS, fellow fine, Can you shoe this horse of mine?" "Yes, good sir, that I can,
As well as any other man:
There's a nail, and there's a prod,
And now, good sir, your horse is shod."
I WOULD, if I could;
If I couldn't, how could I?
I couldn't without I could, could I? Could you without you could, could ye?
Could ye, could ye?
You couldn't without you could, could
SING a song of sixpence, A bag full of rye; Four-and-twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie;
When the pie was open'd, The birds began to sing; Was not that a dainty dish To set before the king?
The king was in his counting-house Counting out his money; The queen was in the parlour Eating bread and honey; The maid was in the garden, Hanging out the clothes, There came a little blackbird, And snapt off her nose.
HEY, my kitten, my kitten,
And hey, my kitten, my deary; Such a sweet pet as this
Was neither far nor neary.
Here we go up, up, up,
And here we go down, down, downy; And here we go backwards and forwards, And here we go round, round, roundy.
Rigadoon, rigadoon, now let him fly. Sit upon mother's foot, jump him up high.
A LITTLE boy went into a barn, And lay down on some hay; An owl came out, and flew about, And the little boy ran away.
SING jigmijole, the pudding-bowl, The table and the frame; My master he did cudgel me For kissing of my dame.
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