CCLXI.

There was an old woman toss'd up in a basket Nineteen times as high as the moon; Where she was going I couldn't 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 brush the cobwebs off the sky! Shall I go with thee? Aye, by and by.

There was an old man who liv'd in Middle Row, He had five hens and a name for them, oh! Bill and Ned and Battock, Cut-her-foot and Pattock, Chuck, my lady Prattock, Go to thy nest and lay.

There was an old woman of Leeds Who spent all her time in good deeds; She worked for the poor Till her fingers were sore, This pious old woman of Leeds!

Old Betty Blue Lost a holiday shoe, What can old Betty do? Give her another To match the other, And then she may swagger in two.