Children's Literature Part 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.

101

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.

102

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!

103

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.

104

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, "O whither, O whither, O whither, so high?"

"To brush the cobwebs off the sky!"

"Shall I go with thee?" "Aye, by and by."

105

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.

106

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.

107

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!

108

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."

109

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!

110

Three wise men of Gotham Went to sea in a bowl; If the bowl had been stronger, My song would have been longer.

111

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.

112

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!