When I was a little boy
    I lived by myself,
And all the bread and cheese I got
    I laid upon a shelf.
The rats and the mice
    They made such a strife,
I had to go to London town
    And get me a wife.
The streets were so broad
    And the lanes were so narrow,
I was forced to bring my wife home
    In a wheelbarrow.
The wheelbarrow broke
    And my wife had a fall,
Farewell wheelbarrow,
    Little wife and all.

I had a little husband,
    No bigger than my thumb;
I put him in a pint pot
    And there I bade him drum.

I gave him some garters
    To garter up his hose,
And a little silk handkerchief
    To wipe his pretty nose.

Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
Had a wife and couldn't keep her;
He put her in a pumpkin shell
And there he kept her very well.

Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
Had another, and didn't love her;
Peter learned to read and spell,
Then he loved her very well.

There was a lady loved a swine,
    Honey, quoth she,
Pig-hog, wilt thou be mine?
    Hoogh, quoth he.

I'll build thee a silver sty,
    Honey, quoth she,
And in it thou shalt lie.
    Hoogh, quoth he.

Pinned with a silver pin,
    Honey, quoth she,
That thou may go out and in.
    Hoogh, quoth he.

Wilt thou have me now,
    Honey? quoth she.
Speak, or my heart will break.
    Hoogh, quoth he.



This year,
Next year,
Dust cart.
Big box,
Little box,
Band box,
Big house,
Little house,
Pig sty,

Little Tommy Tucker
    Sings for his supper:
What shall we give him?
    White bread and butter.

How shall he cut it
    Without e'er a knife?
How will he be married
    Without e'er a wife?

Oh, once I courted as pretty a lass
    As ever your eyes did see,
But now she's come to such a pass,
    She never will do for me.
She invited me to her house,
    Where oft I'd been before,
And she tumbled me into the hog-tub,
    And I'll never go there any more.

Brave news is come to town,
    Brave news is carried;
Brave news is come to town,
    Jemmy Dawson's married.

First he got a porridge-pot,
    Then he bought a ladle;
Then he got a wife and child,
    And then he bought a cradle.

    There was a little maid,
    And she was afraid
Her sweetheart would come to her;
    So she went to bed,
    And covered her head,
And fastened the door with a skewer.
Charley Barley, butter and eggs,
Sold his wife for three duck eggs.
When the ducks began to lay,
Charley Barley flew away.
Tommy Trot, a man of law,
Sold his bed and lay upon straw;
Sold the straw and slept on grass,
To buy his wife a looking-glass.

I had a little wife,
    The prettiest ever seen;
She washed up the dishes,
    And kept the house clean.
She went to the mill
    To fetch me some flour,
And always got home
    In less than an hour.
She baked me my bread,
    She brewed me my ale,
She sat by the fire
    And told many a fine tale.
I do not love thee, Doctor Fell,
The reason why I cannot tell;
But this I know, and know full well,
I do not love thee, Doctor Fell.

Scissors and string, scissors and string,
When a man's single he lives like a king.
Needles and pins, needles and pins,
When a man marries his trouble begins.
There was a little boy and a little girl,
    Lived in an alley;
Says the little boy to the little girl,
    Shall I, oh, shall I?
Says the little girl to the little boy,
    What shall we do?
Says the little boy to the little girl,
    I will kiss you.
Sukey, you shall be my wife
    And I will tell you why:
I have got a little pig,
    And you have got a sty;
I have got a dun cow,
    And you can make good cheese;
Sukey, will you marry me?
    Say Yes, if you please.

Now you are married
You must be good,
And help your wife
To chop the wood.
Chop it thin
And bring it in,
And kiss her over
    and over again.
He loves me,
    He don't,
He'll have me,
    He won't,
He would
    If he could,
But he can't,
    So he don't.
Now what do you think
    Of little Jack Jingle?
Before he was married
    He used to live single.
But after he married,
    To alter his life,
He left off living single
    And lived with his wife.

When you are married
    and eating fish,
Don't get greedy
    and eat the dish.


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