Tom Tit Tot
Tom Tit Tot
Once upon a time there were a woman, and she baked five pies. And when they come out of the oven, they was that overbaked the crust were too hard to eat. So she says to her darter:
Mawr,1says she, put you them there pies on the shelf, an leave em there a little, an theyll come again.She meant, you know, the crust would get soft.
But the gal, she says to herself: Well, if theyll come agin, Ill ate em now. And she set to work and ate em all, first and last.
Well, come supper-time, the woman she said: Goo you, and git one o them there pies. I dare say theyve come agin now.
The gal she went an she looked, and there warnt nothin but the dishes. So back she come and says she: Noo, they aint come agin.
Not none on em? says the mother.
Not none on em, says she.
Well, come agin, or not come agin, says the woman, Ill ha one for supper.
But you cant, if they aint come, says the gal.
But I can, says she. Goo you and bring the best of em.
Best or worst, says the gal, Ive ate em all, and you cant ha one till thats come agin.
Well, the woman she were wholly bate,2and she took her spinnin to the door to spin, and as she span she sang:
My darter ha ate five, five pies to-day.
The king he were a-comin down the street, an he heard her sing, but what she sang he couldnt hear, so he stopped and said:
What were that you was a-singing of, mawr?
The woman she were ashamed to let him hear what her darter had been a-doin, so she sang, stids3o that:
My darter ha spun five, five skeins to-day.
Sars o mine! said the king, I never heerd tell of any one as could do that.
Then he said: Look you here, I want a wife, and Ill marry your darter. But look you here, says he, leven months out o the year she shall have all the vittles she likes to eat, and all the gowns she likes to get, and all the company she likes to have; but the last month o the year shell ha to spin five skeins every day, an if she doont, I shall kill her.
All right, says the woman; for she thought what a grand marriage that was. And as for them five skeins, whan it came to the time, thered be plenty o ways of getting out of it, and likeliest, hed ha forgot about it.
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