There Was an Old Woman

Melody -

There was an old woman
Called Nothing-at-all,
Who rejoiced in a dwelling
Exceedingly small;
A man stretched his mouth
To its utmost extent,
And down at one gulp
House and old woman went.

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,
Yet this grumbling old woman
Could never keep quiet.

She went to the baker
To buy her some bread,
And when she came home
Her old husband was dead;
She went to the clerk
To toll the bell,
And when she came back
Her old husband was well.

There was an old woman
Lived under a hill;
And if she's not gone,
She lives there still.

There was an old woman
Lived under a hill,
She put a mouse in a bag,
And sent it to the mill.
The miller did swear,
By the point of his knife,
He never took toll
Of a mouse in his life.

There was an old woman had three sons -
Jerry and James and John:
Jerry was hung, James was drowned,
John was lost and never was found;
And there was the end of her three sons -
Jerry and James and John.

There was an old woman had three cows -
Rosy, and Colin, and Dun:
Rosy and Colin were sold at the fair,
And Dun broke his head in a fit of despair.
So there was an end of her three cows -
Rosy, and Colin, and Dun.

There was an old woman
Who lived in Dundee,
And in her back garden
There grew a plum tree;
The plums they grew rotten
Before they grew ripe,
And she sold them three farthings a pint.

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.

There was an old woman of Norwich,
Who lived upon nothing but porridge;
Parading the town,
She turned cloak into gown,
The thrifty old woman of Norwich.

  There was an old woman, as I've heard tell,
She went to market, her eggs for to sell;
She went to market all on a market-day,
And she fell asleep on the king's highway.

There came by a pedlar whose name was Stout;
He cut her petticoats all round about;
He cut her petticoats up to the knees,
Which made the old woman to shiver and freeze.

When this little woman first did wake,
She began to shiver and she began to shake;
She began to wonder and she began to cry,
"Oh! deary, deary me, this is none of I!

"But if it be I, as I do hope it be,
I've a little dog at home, and he'll know me;
If it be I, he'll wag his little tail,
And if it be not I, he'll loudly bark and wail."

Home went the little woman all in the dark;
Up got the little dog and he began to bark;
He began to bark, so she began to cry
"Oh! deary, deary me, this is none of I!"

There was an old woman toss'd up in a basket,
Ninety 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?"
                                "Ay, by and by."

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;
Then whipped them all soundly
And put them to bed.

There was an old woman,
Her name it was Peg;
Her head was of wood and
She wore a cork leg.
The neighbours all pitched
Her into the water,
Her leg was drowned first,
Hnd her head followed after.

There was an old woman of Surrey,
Who was morn, noon and night in a hurry;
Called her husband a fool,
Drove her children to school,
The worrying old woman of Surrey.
From the first known book of limericks,
published in 1820
There was an old woman
Sold puddings and pies;
She went to the mill,
And dust blew in her eyes.
She has hot pies
And cold pies to sell;
Wherever she goes
You may follow her by the smell.
The opening verse of 'The Old Pudding-pye
Woman set forth in her colours', a ballad
printed in 1675

There was an old woman
And nothing she had,
And so this old woman
Was said to be mad.
She'd nothing to eat,
She'd nothing to wear,
She'd nothing to lose,
She'd nothing to fear,
She'd nothing to ask,
And nothing to give,
And when she did die
She'd nothing to leave.

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