When I was a little boy
I lived by myself
And all the bread and cheese I had
I kept up on the shelf
To my wing-wong-waddle
To my Jack Straw-straddle
To my John-far-faddle
To my long way's home

The rats and the mice
They led me such a life
I had to go London
To get me a wife
To my wing-wong-waddle
To my Jack Straw-straddle
To my John-far-faddle
To my long way's home

The roads were so slick
And the lanes were so narrow
I had to bring her home
In an old wheelbarrow
To my wing-wong-waddle
To my Jack Straw-straddle
To my John-far-faddle
To my long way's home

My foot did slip
And I got a fall
And down came my wheelbarrow
Wife and all
To my wing-wong-waddle
To my Jack Straw-straddle
To my John-far-faddle
To my long way's home

I swapped my wheelbarrow
Got me a mare
Then I rode from fair to fair
To my wing-wong-waddle
To my Jack Straw-straddle
To my John-far-faddle
To my long way's home

I swapped my mare
And I got me a sheep
And then I rode 'til I went to asleep
To my wing-wong-waddle
To my Jack Straw-straddle
To my John-far-faddle
To my long way's home

I swapped my sheep
And I got me a hen
And, oh, what a pretty thing I had then
To my wing-wong-waddle
To my Jack Straw-straddle
To my John-far-faddle
To my long way's home

I swapped my hen
And I got me a mole
And the blind old thing went straight to its hole
To my wing-wong-waddle
To my Jack Straw-straddle
To my John-far-faddle
To my long way's home