The Old Woman And The Pedlar
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 the little old woman first did wake,She began to shiver and she began to shake;She began to wonder and she began to cry,"Lauk a mercy on me, this can't be I!"But if it be I, as I 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,"Lauk a mercy on me, this is none of I!"