When I was a little Boy

When I was a little Boy I lived by myself, And all the Bread And Cheese I got I said upon the Shelf; The made such a Strife, That I was sorc'd to go to Town And buy me a Wife.

The Streets were so broad, The Lanes were so narrow, I was fore'd to bring my Wife home In a Wheel-barrow; The Wheel-barrow broke, And my Wife had a Fall, —Farewel Wheel-barrow, Wife and all.