Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard,
To fetch 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 undertaker’s
To buy him a coffin;
But when she came back
The poor dog was laughing.
She took a clean dish
To get him some tripe;
But when she came back
He was smoking a pipe.
She went to the alehouse
To get him some beer;
But when she came back
The dog sat in a chair.
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 fruiterer’s
To buy him some fruit;
But when she came back
He was playing the flute.
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She went to the tailor’s
To buy him a coat;
But when she came back
He was riding a goat.
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 cobbler’s
To buy him some shoes;
But when she came back
He was reading the news.
She went to the seamstress
To buy him some linen;
But when she came back
The dog was a-spinning.
She went to the hosier’s
To buy him some hose;
But when she came back
He was dressed in his clothes.
The dame made a curtsy,
The dog made a bow;
The dame said,
Your servant,
The dog said, Bow-wow.
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