Old Mother Hubbard

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That tossed the dog
That worried the cat
That killed the rat

That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cock that crowed in the morn
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn

That tossed the dog
That worried the cat
That killed the rat

That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the farmer sowing his corn
That kept the cock that crowed in the morn
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn

That tossed the dog
That worried the cat
That killed the rat

That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

OLD MOTHER HUBBARD

Old Mother Hubbard

Went to the cupboard,
To get her poor dog a bone:

But when she got there

The cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.
She went to the baker's

To buy him some bread,
But when she came back

The poor dog was dead.

She went to the tavern

For white wine and red, But when she came back

The dog stood on his head. She went to the hatter's

To buy him a hat,
But when she came back

He was feeding the cat.
She went to the barber's

To buy him a wig,
But when she came back

He was dancing a jig.
She went to the fruiterer's

To buy him some fruit,
But when she came back

He was playing the flute.
She went to the tailor's

To buy him a coat,
But when she came back

He was riding a goat.

"Who is the Queen of Baby-land?" “Mother, kind and sweet;

And her love,

Born above,
Guides the little feet."

George Cooper (1840