Nursery Rhyme. CCLXXV. Gaffers And Gammers.

    There was an old man,
    And he had a calf,
        And that's half;
    He took him out of the stall,
    And put him on the wall;
        And that's all.

    There was an old woman of Norwich,
    Who lived upon nothing but porridge;
        Parading the town,
        She turned cloak into gown,
    This thrifty old woman of Norwich.

    There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
    She had so many children she didn't know what to do;
    She gave them some broth without any bread,
    She whipped them all well and put them to bed.

    There was an old man of Tobago,
    Who lived on rice, gruel, and sago;
        Till, much to his bliss,
        His physician said this -
    "To a leg, sir, of mutton you may go."

    There was an old woman,
        And she sold puddings and pies;
    She went to the mill,
        And the dust flew in her eyes:
    Hot pies and cold pies to sell!
        Wherever she goes, -
    You may follow her by the smell.

    A little old man and I fell out;
    How shall we bring this matter about?
    Bring it about as well as you can,
    Get you gone, you little old man!