There Was an Old Woman

There Was an Old Woman

There was an old woman

Lived under a hill,

And if she’s not gone

I Had a

Little Nut Tree

I had a little nut tree, Nothing would it bear

But a silver nutmeg And a golden pear;

The King of Spain’s daughter Came to visit me,

And all for the sake Of my little nut tree.

One Misty, Moisty Morning

One misty, moisty, morning, When cloudy was the weather, I chanced to
meet an old man Clothed all in leather;

Clothed all in leather, With a strap beneath his chin. How do you do,
and how do you do, And how do you do again?