Looking for the old poem: She went to the market on market's day, where she fell asleep on the King's highway.

Question

Along came a peddlar by the name of Stout, he cut her petticoat round and about, he cut her petticoat up to her knees which made the old woman shiver and freeze. She began to shiver and she began to cry, "Lock-a mercy me, this can't be I" -- It goes something like that. My grandfather used to recite it while I was growing up. His parents were straight from Cornwall. I remember seeing it in an anthology about twenty years ago. Maybe a children's anthology?

Answer 1

There was an old woman, as I've heard tell,

She went to the market her eggs for to sell;

She went to the market, all on a market day,

And she fell asleep on the king's highway.



There came by a pedlar, whose name it was Stout,

He cut all her petticoats all round about;

He cut her petticoats up to the knees,

Which made the old woman to shiver and freeze.



When this old woman first did awake,

She 'gan to shiver, she 'gan to shake;

She 'gan to wonder, she 'gan to cry—

"Lawkamercyme! This is none of I!"



"But if it be I, as I do hope it be,

I've a little dog at home, and sure he'll know me;

If it be I, he'll wag his little tail,

And if it be not I, then he'll bark and wail."



Home went the old woman, all in the dark;

Up got the little dog, and he began to bark,

He began to bark, and she began to cry—

"Lawkamercyme! This is none of I!"

Answer 2

Yes peaches it was written by Castro during the Cuban revolution.

Answer 3

huh?