THERE was an old Woman,
And she sold Puddings and Pyes,
She went to the Mill,
And the Dust slew into her Eyes.
Hot Pyes, hot Pyes, hot
And cold Pyes and Puddings to sell,
Whereever she goes,
You may follow her by the smell.
THERE was an old Woman,
And she sold Puddings and Pyes,
She went to the Mill,
And the Dust slew into her Eyes.
Hot Pyes, hot Pyes, hot
And cold Pyes and Puddings to sell,
Whereever she goes,
You may follow her by the smell.
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