AHA! December 21, 2013, got wise and googled it:
When I was a little boy, I lived by myself,
And all the bread and cheese I got I put upon a shelf;
The rats and the mice, they made such a strife,
I was forced to go to London to buy 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,
And down came the wheelbarrow, wife and all.
I remember the first part, so I will look later at my childhood Mother Goose book and see what it says! Maybe there was a picture there, too. (here it is)