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HERE was an old woman went up in a basket,

Seventy times as high as the

moon;

What she did there I could not but ask it,

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For in her hand she carried a broom. Old woman, old woman, old woman, said I,

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Whither, oh whither, oh whither, so high ?"

Only to sweep the cobwebs off the sky, And I shall be back again by-and-by."

HERE was an old woman, and

what do you think?

She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink;

Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet,

And yet this old woman could never be quiet.

HERE 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 whipp'd them all soundly and sent them to bed.

HERE was an old woman lived

under a hill,

And if she isn't gone, she lives there still.

HERE was an old woman had

three sons,

Jeffery, Jemmy, and John ; Jeffery was hung, and Jemmy was drowned,

And Johnny was never more found : So there was an end of these three sons, Jeffery, Jemmy, and John.

HERE was a piper who had a

Cow,

But he'd no hay to give her;
So he took his pipes, and play'd
a tune,

Consider, old cow, consider!
The cow consider'd very well,
For she gave the piper a penny,
That he might play the tune again,
Of corn rigs are right bonnie!

2.

This is the malt

That lay in the house that
Jack built.

3. This is the rat

That ate the malt

Пbuilt.

That lay in the house that Jack

4. This is the cat

That killed the rat,
That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

5. This is the dog

That worried the cat,

That kill'd the rat,

That ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

6. This is the cow with the crumpled horn

That toss'd the dog,

That worried the cat,
That kill'd the rat,

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built. 7. This is the maiden all forlorn That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,

That toss'd the dog,
That worried the cat,
That kill'd the rat,