ONCE upon a time there was a woman
The Rose Tree by William Butler Yeats
Well, he set out, and he travelled a long way, and at last he came to a woman's cottage that had some grass growing on the roof
she took her spinning to the door to spin
all the company she likes to keep;
jumped out of her skin for joy, but she didn't say a word.
Not one of' 'em,' says she.
'Well, come again, or not come again,'
But the girl, she says to herself: 'Well, if they'll come again, I'll eat 'em now.' And she set to
