A TREASURY OF STORIES, JINGLES AND RHVMES.

HEN I was a bachelor I lived by myself,
And all the bread and cheese I got I put upon the
shelf.
The rats and the mice they made such a strife

I was forced to go to London to buy myself a wife.

The streets were so broad and the lanes were so narrow
I had to bring my wife home on a wheel-barrow.
The wheel-barrow broke and my wife had a fall,

Down came wheel-barrow, little wife and all.

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