There was an old woman tossed up in a basket
Seventeen times as high as the moon ;
And where she was going
I couldn't but ask it ,
For in her hand she carried a broom .
" Old woman , old woman , old woman , " said I
" O whither , O whither , O whither so high ? "
" To sweep the cobwebs off the sky !
And I'll be with you by and by.
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