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THERE WAS AN OLD WOMAN. 181 |
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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. |
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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. |
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