She went to the hosier’s
To buy him some hose,
But when she came back,
He was drest in his clothes.
The Dame made a curtsey,
The Dog made a bow;
The Dame said, “Your servant,”
The Dog said, “Bow wow!”
This wonderful Dog
Was Dame Hubbard’s delight,
He could sing, he could dance.
He could read, he could write.
She gave him rich dainties
Whenever he fed,
And erected a monument
When he was dead.
