Old Mother Goose, when she wanted to wander,
Would ride through the air on a very fine gander.
Mother Goose had a house, 't was built in a wood,
Where an owl at the door for sentinel stood.
She had a son Jack, a plain-looking lad,
He was not very good, nor yet very bad.
She sent him to market, a live goose he bought;
" Here, Mother," says he, " It will not go for nought.'
Jack's goose and her gander grew very fond;
They 'd both eat together, or swim in one pond.
Jack found one morning, as I have been told,
His goose had laid him an egg of pure gold.
Jack ran to his mother the news for to tell,
She called him a good boy, and said it was well.
Jack sold his gold egg to a rogue of a Jew,
Who cheated him out of the half of his due.
Then Jack went a-courting a lady so gay,
As fair as the lily, as sweet as the May.
The Jew and the Squire came behind his back.
And Began to belabour the sides of poor Jack.
Then old Mother Goose that instant came in,
And turned her son Jack into famed Harlequin.
She then with her wand touched the lady so fine.
And turned her at once into sweet Columbine.
The gold egg into the sea was thrown then,
When Jack jumped in, and got the egg back again.
The Jew got the goose, which he vowed he would kill,
Resolving at once his pockets to fill.
Jack's mother came in, and caught the goose soon,
And mounting its back, flew up to the moon.