Stranica 198 [198]
192 MOTHER GOOSES NURSERY RHYMES.
I had a little husband, no bigger than my thumb;
I put him in a pint pot, and there I bid him drum.
I bought a little horse that galloped up and down;
I saddled him, and bridled him, and sent him out of town.
I gave him some garters, to garter up his hose,
And a little pocket-handkerchief to wipe his pretty nose.
I have a little sister; they call her Peep, Peep,
She wades the water, deep, deep, deep;
She climbs the mountains, high, high, high.
Poor little thing! she has but one eye.