Oldal 299 [299]
A FARMER WENT TROTTING. 293
A farmer went trotting upon his grey mare,
Bumpety, bumpety, bump !
With his daughter behind him so rosy and fair,
Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
A raven cried croak! and they all tumbled down,
Bumpety, bumpety, bump !
The mare broke her knees, and the farmer his crown,
Lumpety, lumpety, lump !