tell, She went to market her eggs for to sell; She went to market all on a market-day, And she fell asleep on the king's highway. There came by a pedlar whose name was He cut her petticoats all round about; When this little woman first did wake, "But if it be I, as I do hope it be, I've a little dog at home, and he'll know me ; If it be I, he'll wag his little tail, And if it be not I, he'll loudly bark and wail." Home went the little woman all in the dark, CCLIII. THERE was an old woman who lived in a shoe, She had so many children she didn't know what to do; She gave them some broth without any bread, She whipped them all well and put them to bed. CCLIV. OLD woman, old woman, shall we go a shearing? Speak a little louder, sir, I am very thick of hearing. Old woman, old woman, shall I love you dearly? Thank you, kind sir, I hear you very clearly. CCLV. THERE was an old woman sat spinning, She had a calf, And that's half; She took it by the tail, And threw it over the wall, And that's all. CCLVI. THERE was an old woman, her name it was Peg; Her head was of wood, and she wore a cork leg. The neighbours all pitch'd her into the water, Her leg was drown'd first, and her head follow'd a'ter. CCLVII. A LITTLE old man and I fell out; CCLVIII. THERE was an old woman, And she sold puddings and pies: And the dust flew in her eyes: You may follow her by the smell. CCLIX. OLD Mother Niddity Nod swore by the pudding-bag, She would go to Stoken Church fair; And then old Father Peter said he would meet her Before she got half-way there. CCLX. THERE was an old woman Lived under a hill; And if she's not gone, She lives there still. CCLXI. 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 I, O whither, O whither, O whither, so high? To brush the cobwebs off the sky! Shall I go with thee? Aye, by and by. CCLXII. THERE was an old man who liv'd in Middle He had five hens and a name for them, oh! CCLXIII. THERE was an old woman of Leeds Who spent all her time in good deeds; She worked for the poor Till her fingers were sore, This pious old woman of Leeds! |