Little maid, little maid,
Whither goest thou?
Down in the meadow
To milk my cow.
Seesaw—Jack in the hedge,
Which is the way to London Bridge?
As I was going up Pippin Hill,
Pippin Hill was dirty;
There I met a pretty lass,
And she dropped me a courtesy.
Goosey, goosey, gander,
Where shall I wander?
Up stairs and down stairs,
And in my lady's chamber.