Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard
To get her poor dog a bone;
But when she got there
The cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.
She went to the baker’s
To buy him some bread;
But when she came back
The poor dog was dead.
She went to the joiner
To buy him a coffin;
But when she came back
The poor dog was laughing.
She took a clean dish
To get him some tripe;
But when she came back
He was smoking a pipe.
She went to the ale-house
To get him some beer;
But when she came back
The dog sat in a chair.
She went to the fishmonger’s
To buy him some fish;
But when she came back
He was washing the dish.
She went to the tavern
For white wine and red;
But when she came back
The dog stood on his head.
She went to the fruiterer's
To buy him some fruit;
But when she came back
He was playing the flute.
She went to the tailor’s
To buy him a coat;
But when she came back
He was riding a goat.
She went to the hatter’s
To buy him a hat;
But when she came back
He was feeding the cat.
She went to the barber’s
To buy him a wig;
But when she came back
He was dancing a jig.
She went to the cobbler’s
To buy him some shoes;
But when she came back
He was reading the news.
She went to the hosier’s
To buy him some hose;
But when she came back
He was dressed in his clothes.
The dame made a curtsey,
The dog made a bow;
The dame said, “Your servant,”
The dog said, “Bow, wow.”
