There was an old woman tossed up in a basket Nineteen 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, O whither, O whither, O whither so high? To brush the cobwebs off the sky! Shall I go with thee? Aye, by-and bye.
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