There was an old man who lived in the woods,
who said he could do more
than his wife could do in three.
If this be true, the old woman said,
you must do my work for one day
while I go drive the plow.
Now you must milk the tiny cow
for fear she should go dry
And you must feed the little
And you must watch the speckled hen
lest she should lay astray
And you must wind the reel of yarn
and went to drive the plow
The old man took the pail in
But Tiny hitched and Tiny flitched
And Tiny gave the old man such a kick
that the blood ran down to his toes
Now it's hey my good cow,
and now my good cow stand still
If ever I milk this cow again
But Tiny hitched and Tiny flitched
And Tiny gave the old man such a kick
that the blood ran down to his toes
Now when he had milked the Tiny cow
for fear she should go dry
Why then he fed the little pigs
And then he watched the speckled hen
lest she should lay astray
But he forgot the reel of yarn
He swore by all the leaves on the trees
and all the stars in the sky
That his wife could do more
He swore by all the leaves on the trees
and all the stars in heaven
That his wife could do more
than he could do in seven .