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HERE was an old woman tossed up in a basket,
Ninety times as high as the moon,

And 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 sweep the cobwebs out of the sky!"

"Shall I go with you?" "Ay, by and by."

He began to compliment

And I began to grin,

With "How do you do," and "How do you do,"
And "How do you do again?"

SIMPLE SIMON met a pie-man,

Going to the fair;

Said Simple Simon to the pie-man, "Let me taste your ware."

Says the pie-man to Simple Simon,
"Show me first your penny;"
Said Simple Simon to the pie-man,
"Indeed, I have not any."

Simple Simon went a-fishing,
For to catch a whale;

All the water he had got

Was in his mother's pail!

Y maid Mary she minds the dairy,

MY

While I go a-hoeing and mowing each morn; Gaily run the reel and the little spinning-wheel, Whilst I am singing and mowing my corn.