Classic Poem

There was a little woman
As I have heard tell,
She went to market
Her eggs for to sell;
She went to market
All on a market day
And she fell asleep
On the king's highway.

There came by a peddler,
His name was Stout,
He cut her petticoats
All round about;
He cut her petticoats
Up to her knees
Which made the little woman
To shiver and sneeze.

Then this little woman
Began to awake,
She began to shiver,
And she began to shake;
She began to shake,
And she began to cry,

" Lawk a mercy on me,
This is none of I!

"But if this be I,
As I do hope it be,
I have a little dog at home
And he knows me;
If it be I,
He'll wag his little tail,
And if it be not I
He'll loudly bark and wail."

Home went the little woman
All in the dark,
Up starts the little dog,
And he began to bark;
He began to bark
And she began to cry,
"Lawk a mercy on me,
This is none of I!"