Stranica 187 [187]
OCR
THERE WAS AN OLD WOMAN. ISI Ma SAsss There was an old woman tossed up in a basket, Ninety times as high as the moon; And 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 I, O whither, O whither, O whither so high? To sweep the cobwebs off the sky! Shall I go with you? Ay, by-and-by.
