There was an old woman tossed up in a basket 99 times as high as the moon What she did there I could not but ask it For in each hand she carried a broom Old woman, old woman, old woman said I Where are you going to up so high To sweep the cobwebs from the sky And you may come with me if you can fly ♪ There was an old woman tossed up in a basket 99 times as high as the moon What she did there I could not but ask it For in each hand she carried a broom Old woman, old woman, old woman said I Where are you going to up so high To sweep the cobwebs from the sky And you may come with me if you can fly