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Old Mother Goose, when
She wanted to wander,
Would ride through the air
On a very fine gander.
Mother Goose had a house,
'Twas built in a wood,
Where an owl at the door
For a sentinel stood.
She had a son Jack,
A plain-looking lad,
Not very good,
Nor yet very bad.
She sent him to market,
A live goose he bought,
"Here, mother," says he,
It won't go for nought."
Jack's goose and the
gander
Grew very fond,
They'd both eat together,
Or swim in one pond.
Jack found, one fine
morning,
As I have been told.
His goose had laid him
An egg of pure gold.
Jack rode to his mother
The news for to tell;
She called him a good boy,
And said it was well.
Jack sold his gold egg
To a rascally Jew,
Who cheated him out of
The half of his due.
Then Jack went a-courting
A lady so gay,
As fair as the lily,
And sweet as the May.
The Jew and the Squire
Came behind his back
And began to belabour
The sides of poor Jack.
And then the gold egg
Was thrown in the sea,
When Jack he jumped in
And got it presently.
The Jew get the goose,
Which he vowed he would kill,
Resolving at once
His pockets to fill.
Jack's mother came in
And caught the goose soon,
And mounting its back,
Flew up to the moon. |
