Goosey, goosey, gander,
Where shall I wander?
Up stairs, down stairs,
And in my lady’s chamber:
There I met an old man,
Who would not say his prayers;
Take him by the left leg,
Throw him down the stairs.
Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?
I will go with you, if I may.
I’m going to the meadow to see them a mowing,
I’m going to help them make the hay.