HERE was an old woman, as I've heard 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 Stout;
He cut her petticoats all round about;
He cut her petticoats up to the knees,
Which made the old woman to shiver and freeze.

When this little woman first did wake,
She began to shiver and she began to shake;
She began to wonder and she began to cry,
“Oh! deary, deary me, this is none of I!

“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;
Up got the little dog, and he began to bark;
He began to bark, so she began to cry,

Oh! deary, deary me, this is none of I!”

O

LD 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.”

THERE

HERE 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?” “Ay, by-and-by.”

A

LITTLE old man and I fell out;

“How shall we bring this matter about? “Bring it about as well as you can; Get you gone, you little old man !'

She worked for the poor

Till her fingers were sore,
This pious old woman of Leeds!

THI

'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 whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.

Copyright 1897 by F. Warne & Co