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 couldn't’ but ask it,
For in her hand she carried a broom.
Old woman, old woman, old woman, quoth I,
Where are you going to up so high?
To brush the cobwebs off the sky!
May I go with you? Aye, by-and –by.
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おばあさんがひとりおかごにのって、 |
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