There was an old man,
And he had a calf;
And that's half:
He took him out of the stall,
And put him on the wall;
And that's all.
There was an old woman went up in a basket,
Seventy times as high as the moon;
What she did there I could not but ask it,
For in her hand she carried a broom.
"Old woman, old woman, old woman," said I,
"Whither, oh whither, oh whither so high?"
"Only to sweep the cobwebs off the sky,
And I shall be back again by and by."
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.
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,
She whipped them all soundly and sent them to bed.
There was an old woman lived under a hill,
And if she ben't gone, she lives there still.
