There was an old woman
Sold puddings and pies,
She went to the mill,
And the dust flew in her eyes.
While through the streets,
To all she meets,
She ever cries,
Hot Pies--Hot Pies.


A cow and a calf,
An ox and a half,
Forty good shillings and three.
Is not enough tocher
For a shoemaker's daughter,
A bonny sweet lass
With a coal-black ee[*]

[*][Note from Brett: "ee" is correct. I have no idea what it
means.]


The little Robin grieves
When the snow is on the ground,
For the trees have no leaves,
And no berries can be found.

The air is cold, the worms are hid,
For Robin here what can be done?
Let's strow around some crumbs of bread,