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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.
