There was an old man who lived in a wood As you can plainly see He said he could do as much work in a day As his wife could do in three With all my heart the woman she said If that?s what you will allow Tomorrow you?ll stay at home in my stead And I'll go drive the plow But you must milk our Tidy the cow For fear she will go dry You must feed the littlest pigs That are within the sty And you must mind the speckled hen For fear she?ll lay away And then you must reel the spool of yarn That I spun yesterday The woman she took up her staff in her hand And she went to drive the plow The old man took up a pail in his hand And he went to milk the cow But Tidy hinched and Tidy flinched And Tidy broke his nose And Tidy she gave to him such a big blow That the blood ran to his toes.