There was a little woman,

      As I have heard tell,

      She went to market,

      Her Eggs for to sell.

      She went to Market,

      All on a Market day,

      And she fell asleep,

      On the King’s highway.

      By came a Pedlar,

      His name it was Stout,

      And he cut her petticoats,

      All round about.

      He cut her Petticoats

      Up to her knees,

      Which made the little woman

      Began for to freeze.

      When this little woman,