“ 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 bye.
Ride a cockhorse to Banbury-cross To see an old lady upon a white horse, Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes, And so she makes music wherever she goes.
The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, All on a summer's day; The Knave of Hearts, he stole the tarts, And took them clean away.
The King of Hearts called for the tarts, And beat the Knave full sore; The Knave of Hearts brought back the tarts, And vowed he'd steal no more. ”

“ He'll sit in a barn, And to keep himself warm, Will hide his head under his wing, Poor thing!
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; And yet this old woman could never be quiet. ”

“ I sold it to an old woman For a copper groat; And I'll not sing my song again Without a new coat.
Peter, Peter, pumpkin-eater, Had a wife, and couldn't keep her; He put her in a pumpkin-shell. And there he kept her very well.
Jack and Jill went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down, and broke his crown. And Jill came tumbling after.
The man in the moon, Came down too soon, To inquire his way to Norwich. He went by the south, And burnt his mouth With eating cold pease porridge.
Hey! diddle, diddle, The cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon ”