From what I remember my mom used to sing to me when I was 4 or 5.(I'm 70 now)

In China there lived a little man, his name was Chingling, chingling Chan.
His legs were short, his feet were small, this little man couldn't walk at all.
Miska Hi was short and fat, she had money & he had none, under her window he would go and play a tune on his little banjo.
Miska Hi with notes of love, held her washboard high above, let it fall on Chingling Chan and that was the last of the China man.