When I was a little boy I lived by myself,
And all the bread and cheese I got, I put upon the shelf:
The rats and the mice did lead me such a life,
I was forced to go to London, and buy me a wife;
The streets were so broad, and the lanes were so narrow,
I could not get my wife home without a wheelbarrow;
The wheelbarrow broke, my wife got a fall;
Down tumbled wheelbarrow, wife, and all.