There Was An Old Woman Tossed Up In A Basket

There was an old woman tossed up in a basket,
Seventeen times as high as the moon,
Where she was going, I could not but ask it,
For in her hands she carried a broom.

'Old woman, old woman, old woman' quath I,
O wither, O wither, O wither so high?
To sweep the cobwebs from the sky,
But I’ll be with thee by-and-by.

There was an old woman tossed up in a basket,
Seventeen times as high as the moon,
Where she was going, I just had to ask it,
For in her hands she carried a broom.

'Old woman, old woman, old woman' said I,
Please tell me, please tell me why you’re up so high?
To sweep the cobwebs down from the sky,
And I’ll be with thee by-and-by.