| The north wind doth blow, |
| And we shall have snow, |
| And what will poor Robin do then? |
| Poor thing! |
| He'll sit in a barn, |
| And to keep himself warm, |
| Will hide his head under his wing, |
| Poor thing! |
| 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; |
| And yet this old woman could never be quiet. |
| Simple Simon met a pieman, |
| Going to the fair; |
| Says Simple Simon to the pieman, |
| "Let me taste your ware." |
| Says the pieman to Simple Simon, |
| "Show me first your penny." |
| Says Simple Simon to the pieman, |
| "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. |