From Séamus Ennis, "Masters of Irish Music" LP:

There was an old woman wrapped up in a blanket,
Fifty times as high as the moon;
Where she was going I couldn't but ask her,
For in her hand she carried a broom.
Old woman, old woman, old woman said I,
Where are you going in your blanket so high?
Where are you going in your blanket so soon?
I'm sweeping the cobwebs off of the moon.