Mother Goose

Children's Book of Songs & Nursery Rhymes, c1850

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	THER was an old woman toss'd up in a basket, Nineteen times as high as the moon j 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 1, 0 whither, 0 whither, 0 whither so high ? To brush the cobwebs off the sky I Shall I go with thee 1 Ay, by and by.
	" Robert Baens, fellow fine, Can you shoe this horse of mine 1" " Yes, good sir, that I can, As well as any other man : There's a nail, and there's a prod, And now, good sir, your horse is shod."