The Real Mother Goose

«·SHALL WE GO A-SHEARING? · THE COCK AND THE HEN·»

GOOSEY, GOOSEY, GANDER

Goosey, Goosey, Gander
Goosey, goosey, gander,
 Whither dost thou wander?
Upstairs and downstairs
 And in my lady’s chamber.

There I met an old man
 Who wouldn’t say his prayers;
I took him by the left leg,
 And threw him down the stairs.

«·SHALL WE GO A-SHEARING? · THE COCK AND THE HEN·»