There was an old woman tossed up in a basket,
Ninety times as high as the moon;
And where she was going, I couldn’t but ask her,
For in her hand she carried a broom.
“Old woman, old woman, old woman,” quoth I,
“Whither, O whither, O whither so high?”
“To sweep the cobwebs off the sky!”
“Shall I go with you? “Aye, by-and-by.”
Mother Goose’s Nursery Rhymes.
McLoughlin Brothers: New York. Ca 1900.