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 But where she was going, no mortal could tell, For under her arm she carried a broom.

"Old woman, old woman, old woman," said I, "O whither, O whither, O whither so high? " "I 'm sweeping the cobwebs off the sky! "Shall I go with thee? " "Ay, by and by."

Jacky's a very good boy, He shall have cakes and a custard; But when he does nothing but cry, He shall have nothing but mustard.