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

Upon 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 her knees,

Which made the little old woman

To shiver and freeze.


When the little old woman

First did wake,

She began to shiver

And began to shake.

She began to wonder,

She began to cry,

?Lauk a daisy on me, this can?t be I!?


?But if it be I,

As I hope it may be,

I have a little dog at home

And he?ll know me

If it be I

He will wag his little tail,

And if be not I,

He will 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 daisy on me this is none of I.?