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The Adventures of the Little Woman, Her Dog and the Pedlar

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THE ADVENTURES OF THE LITTLE WOMAN, HER DOG AND THE PEDLAR.


Cover of the book.
The little woman standing outside her cottage.
There was a little woman,
As I have heard tell,
She went to market,
Her Eggs for to sell.
The little woman asleep under a tree.
She went to Market,
All on a Market day,
And she fell asleep,
On the King’s highway.
The pedlar cuts away her petticoats.
By came a Pedlar,
His name it was Stout,
And he cut her petticoats,
All round about.
The pedlar leaves her sleeping.
He cut her Petticoats
Up to her knees,
Which made the little woman
Began for to freeze.
The little woman stretches as she wakes up.
When this little woman,
Began to awake,
She began to shiver,
And she began to shake.
She looks in horror at her cut off petticoats.
She began to shake,
And she began to cry,
“Goodness mercy on me,
Sure this is not I!”
The little woman walks back to her cottage.
“But if this be I,
As I hope it be,
I have a little dog at home,
And he will know me.”
As she arrives home, her dog is sitting outside the door.
“And if this be I,
He will wag his tail,
But if it’s not I,
He will bark and wail.”
The dog barks at the little woman.
When this little woman,
Came home in the dark,
Up starts the little dog,
And began for to bark.
The little woman cries.
He began to bark,
And she began to cry,
“Goodness mercy on me,
’Tis surely not I!”
The dog recognises her and jumps up to greet her.
The dog ceased to bark,
The woman then did cry;
“Goodness mercy on me,
Now I know this is I!”

POETRY. — LOVE BETWEEN BROTHERS AND SISTERS — 1. — 2. — 3. — 4.

Two boys argue over a hoop.
What-ev-er brawls dis-turb the street,
There should be peace at home:
Where sis-ters dwell, and bro-thers meet
Quar-rels should nev-er come.
Birds in their lit-tle nests a-gree;
And ’tis a shame-ful sight
When chil-dren of one fam-i-ly
Fall out, and chide, and fight.
The wise will make their an-ger cool,
At least be-fore ’tis night;
But in the bo-som of a fool
It burns till morn-ing light.
Par-don, O Lord, our child-ish rage,
Our lit-tle brawls re-move,
That, as we grow to ri-per age,
Our hearts may all be love.

Transcriber's Note

Minor punctuation errors have been corrected without note.