Child: But we have no horse.
Travelling Man: This form will be our horse. (He draws a form out of the corner, and sits down astride on it, putting the child before him.) Now, off we go! (Sings, the child repeating the refrain)—
Come ride and ride to the garden,
Come ride and ride with a will:
For the flower comes with the fruit there
Beyond a hill and a hill.
Refrain
Come ride and ride to the garden,
Come ride like the March wind;
There’s barley there, and water there,