Mother Goose Rhymes

Mother Goose rhymes

There was an Old Woman

 

There was an old woman, and what do you think?

She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink;

 

And tho' victuals and drink were the chief of her diet,

This plaguy 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

 

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