One answer’d saucily, and then there were nine.
Nine little barmaids, trying to be great;
One look’d too pompously, and then there were eight.
Eight little barmaids—one came from Devon—
Not quite genteel enough—and then there were seven—
Seven little barmaids—one was up to tricks,
Glancing at the gentlemen-and then there were six.
Six little barmaids, eager all to strive;
One fell to quarrelling, and then there were five.
Five little barmaids, counting up their store;