Old Mother Hubbard
Old Mother HubbardWent to the cupboard,To give the poor dog a bone;When she came there,The cupboard was bare,And so the poor dog had none.
She went to the baker'sTo buy him some bread;When she came backThe dog was dead!
She went to the undertaker'sTo buy him a coffin;When she came backThe dog was laughing.
She took a clean dishto get him some tripe;When she came backHe was smoking his pipe.
She went to the alehouseTo get him some beer;When she came backThe dog sat in a chair.
She went to the tavernFor white wine and red;When she came backThe dog stood on his head.
She went to the fruiterer'sTo buy him some fruit;When she came backHe was playing the flute.
She went to the tailor'sTo buy him a coat;When she came backHe was riding a goat.
She went to the hatter'sTo buy him a hat;When she came backHe was feeding her cat.
She went to the barber'sTo buy him a wigWhen she came backHe was dancing a jig.
She went to the cobbler'sTo buy him some shoes;When she came backHe was reading the news.
She went to the sempstressTo buy him some linen;When she came backThe dog was spinning.
She went to the hosier'sTo buy him some hose;When she came backHe 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.
This wonderful dogWas Dame Hubbard's delight,He could read, he could dance,He could sing, he could write;She gave him rich daintiesWhenever he fed,And erected this monumentWhen he was dead.