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HERE was an old woman, as I've heard tell,
She went to market her eggs for to sell;
There came by a pedlar whose name was Stout;
When this little woman first did wake,
“But if it be I, as I do hope it be,
Home went the little woman all in the dark;
Oh! deary, deary me, this is none of I!”
LD woman, old woman, shall we go a shearing?”
hearing.” “Old woman, old woman, shall I love you dearly?” “Thank you, kind sir, I hear you very clearly.”
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.”
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,
'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.