194 NURSERY RHYMES.

CCCXXXII.

A LITTLE old man and I fell out:
How shall we bring this matter about?
Bring it about as well as you can—

. Get you gone, you little old man!

CCCX XXIII.

THERE was an old woman,
And she sold puddings and pies:
She went to the mill,
Ané the dust flew in her eyes:
“Hot pies and cold pies to sell!”
Wherever she goes—
You may follow her by the smell.

CCCXXXIV.

OLD Mother Niddity Nod swore by the pudding-bag,
She would go to Stoken Church Fair ;

And then old Father Peter said he would meet her
Before she got half-way there.

CCCXXXV.

THERE was an old woman
Lived under a hill;

And if she’s not gone,
She lives there still.