Chapter 11
There 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; Yet this little old woman could never keep quiet.
She went to the baker, to buy her some bread, And when she came home, her old husband was dead; She went to the clerk to toll the bell, And when she came back her old husband was well.
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There was an old woman lived under a hill, And if she's not gone, she lives there still.
She put a mouse in a bag and sent it to mill; The miller he swore by the point of his knife, He never took toll of a mouse in his life.
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There was an old woman of Leeds, Who spent all her time in good deeds; She worked for the poor, Till her fingers were sore, This pious old woman of Leeds!
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There was an old woman of Norwich, Who lived upon nothing but porridge!
Parading the town, She turned cloak into gown!
This thrifty old woman of Norwich.
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There was an old woman tossed 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,
"To brush the cobwebs off the sky!"
"Shall I go with thee?" "Aye, by and by."
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There 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, Then whipped them all soundly, and put them to bed.
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There was an owl lived in an oak, Wisky, wasky, weedle; And every word he ever spoke, Was fiddle, faddle, feedle.
A gunner chanced to come that way, Wisky, wasky, weedle; Says he, "I'll shoot you, silly bird,"
Fiddle, faddle, feedle.
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This is the way the ladies ride; Tri, tre, tre, tree, tri, tre, tre, tree!
This is the way the ladies ride, Tri, tre, tre, tree, tri, tre, tre, tree!
This is the way the gentlemen ride; Gallop-a-trot, gallop-a-trot!
This is the way the gentlemen ride, Gallop-a-trot-a-trot!
This is the way the farmers ride; Hobbledy-hoy, hobbledy-hoy!
This is the way the farmers ride, Hobbledy-hobbledy-hoy!
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1. This little pig went to market; 2. This little pig stayed at home; 3. This little pig had roast beef; 4. And this little pig had none; 5. This little pig said, "Wee, wee, wee!
I can't find my way home."
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Three blind mice! see, how they run!
They all ran after the farmer's wife, Who cut off their tails with the carving knife!
Did you ever see such a thing in your life?
Three blind mice!
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Three wise men of Gotham Went to sea in a bowl; If the bowl had been stronger, My song would have been longer.
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To market, to market, to buy a fat pig, Home again, home again, dancing a jig; To market, to market, to buy a fat hog, Home again, home again, jiggety-jog; To market, to market, to buy a plum bun.
Home again, home again, market is done.
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Tom, Tom, the piper's son, Stole a pig and away he run!
The pig was eat, and Tom was beat, And Tom went roaring down the street!