There was a little woman, as I 've 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 whose name it was Stout,
He cut her petticoats all round about;
He cut her petticoats up to her knees,
Which made the little woman to shiver and to freeze.

When this little woman began to awake,
She began to shiver and she began to shake,
She began to shake, and she began to cry,
Lauk a mercy on me! this is none of I!

If it be I, as I do hope it be,
I 've a little dog at home, and he knows me;
If it be I he 'll wag his little tail,
But if it be not I he 'll bark and wail.

When this little woman went home in the dark,
Up starts the little dog, and he began to bark;
He began to bark, so she began to cry,
Lauk a mercy on me! this is none of I.