Let’s read together: I Wish I Lived in a Caravan

I wish I lived in a caravan,
With a horse to drive,
like a pedlar man!

Where he comes from nobody knows,
Or where he goes to,
but on he goes.

His caravan has windows too,
And a chimney of tin
that the smoke comes through;

He has a wife, with a baby brown,
And they go riding
from town to town.