cobwebs

I have a vivid memory I can pull up of Arta teaching this poem to a group of young children. 

I can hear her lingering on the /th/ sound at the end of the word "quoth" and the /sh/ at the end of the word "brush."

I think she pulled it from her copy of Mother Goose on the shelf at the lake.

One version I found on line cites the Illustrated book of Nursery Rhymes and Songs. (Hately, TL (1865). 

A 'cobweb sweeper' i brought to work

I slip into worrying if I am citing this properly, and then pause to wonder if these are cobwebs in my mind I can sweep away and come back to my post.

I have been sweeping cobwebs out of the corners of doorways at the health center. 

I have some good stories to tell about that. Perhaps I will return by-and bye to tell them. 

In the meantime, would you like to join me and memorize the second stanza?

There was an old woman tossed up in a basket
Nineteen times as high as the moon;
Where she was going I couldn't but ask it,
For in her hand she carried a broom.

Old woman, old woman, old woman, quoth I,
O whither, O whither, O whither so high?
To brush the cobwebs off the sky!
Shall I go with thee? Aye, by-and bye.