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"Are the children in their beds? now it's eight o'clock."

a little husband, No bigger than my thumb, I put him in a pint-pot, And then I bade him drum.

I bought a little horse, That galloped up and down; I bridled him, and saddled him. And sent him out of town.

I gave him little garters, To garter up his hose, And a little handkerchief, To wipe his little nose.