Old Mother Hubbard.

Old Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard, To get her poor dog a bone; But when she came 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’s 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 his pipe. She went to the fishmonger’s To buy him some fish; And when she came back, He was licking the dish. 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 tavern For white wine and red; But when she came back, The dog stood on his head. 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 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 cobbler’s To buy him some shoes; But when she came back, He was reading the news. She went to the seamstress To buy him some linen; But when she came back, The dog was spinning. 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.” This wonderful Dog Was Dame Hubbard’s delight; He could sing, he could dance, He could read, he could write. She gave him rich dainties Whenever he fed, And erected a monument When he was dead.