She went to market, 'twas on a market day, [way. And she fell asleep on the king's high There came a little pedlar, whose name was Stout, He cut her petticoats all round about; He cut her petticoats up above her knees, Until her little knees began for to freeze. When the little woman began to awake, She began to shiver and she began to shake; Her knees began to freeze, and she began to cry, O dear! O mercy on me! this surely can't be I. If it be not I, as I suppose it be, I have a little dog at home, and he knows me; If it be I, he will wag his little tail, But if it be not I, he'll bark and he'll rail. Up jump'd the little woman, all in the dark, Up jump'd the dog, and he began to bark; The dog began to bark, and she began to cry, O dear! O mercy on me! I see it is not I. HERE was a man of our town, eyes; And when he saw his eyes were out, HERE was a ship, a stately ship, And strange and wondrous Ere she return'd again. Her sails were all of satin fine, There were fourteen little sailors, Their captain was a noble drake, The fourteen little sailors were HERE was an old man, And that's half: He took him out of the stall, And put him on the wall; And that's all. |