THE OLD WOMAN TOSSED UP IN A BLANKET
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There was an old woman tossed up in a blanket, Seventeen times as high as the moon; Where she was going I could not but ask it, For in her hand she carried a broom. “Old woman, old woman, old woman,” quoth I; “O whither, O whither, O whither so high?” “To sweep the cobwebs from the sky, And I’ll be with you by-and-by!” |
BUY A BROOM
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From Deutschland I come with my light wares all laden, To dear happy England in summer’s gay bloom; Then listen, fair lady, and young pretty mädchen, Come buy of the wandering Baierin a broom; A large one for the lady, and a small one for the baby, Come buy ye, pretty lady, come buy ye a broom. |