Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard
To get her poor dog a bone;
But when she came 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 joiner's
To buy him a coffin;
The poor dog was laughing.
She took a clean dish,
To get him some tripe;
He was smoking his pipe.
She went to the hatter's
To buy him a hat;
He was feeding the cat.
She went to the barber's
To buy him a wig;
He was dancing a jig.
She went to the fruiterer's
To buy him some fruit;
He was playing the flute.
She went to the tailor's
To buy him a coat;
He was riding a goat.
She went to the cobbler's
To buy him some shoes;
He was reading the news.
She went to the seamstress
To buy him some linen;
The dog was spinning.
She went to the hosier's
To buy him some hose;
He was dressed in his clothes.
The dame made a curtsey,
The dog made a bow;
The dame said, 'Your servant,'
The dog said, 'Bow-wow.'