I had a little husband,
No bigger than my thumb,
I put him in a pint pot,
And there I bade him drum;
I bridled him and saddled him,
And sent him out of town;
I gave him a pair of garters
To garter up his hose,
And a little silk handkerchief,
To wipe his snotty nose.
Old father Greybeard,
Without tooth or tongue,
If you'll give me your finger,
I'll give you my thumb.
I will tell my own daddy when he comes home,
What little good work my mammy has done.
She has earnt a penny, spent a groat,
And burnt a hole in the child's new coat.
I had a little moppet,
I put it in my pocket,
And fed it with corn and hay;
There came a proud beggar,
And swore he would have her.
And stole my little moppet away.
Up hill and down dale;
Butter is made in every vale;
And if that Nancy Cock
Is a good girl,
She shall have a spouse,
And make butter anon,
Before her old grandmother
Grows a young man.