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)
I would assume it is "Jack and Jill"--curious what others think!
ReplyDeleteNo pail. And falling and tumbling wouldn't work.
ReplyDeleteI went to look. Found a page with printed cloth with that art in color: http://www.spoonflower.com/fabric/1090418 and it says "The wife in the wheelbarrow." I don't recognize it. I'll look some more later, I hope. :-)
Jen, thank you for prodding me to look. Found it and added the verse above.
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