There was an old woman lived under a hill,
And if she’s not gone, she lives there still,
Baked apples she sold, and cranberry pies,
She’s the old woman that never told lies.

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 soundly and put them to bed.

There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all,
Who lived in a dwelling exceedingly small.
A man stretched his mouth to its utmost extent,
And down at one gulp house and old woman went.