And tried to make light of the great mishap.
“Be patient, child, with the rain, for oh,
It makes Mr. Somebody’s garden grow!”
Chorus.—Garden grow, garden grow!
It makes Mr. Somebody’s garden grow!
My little one came to me sighing, sighing,
Almost ready again for crying.
“Oh, Mammy! the sun is so blazing hot,
The flowers I planted are dead on the spot!”
I took the darling up on my knee,