CROCKERY WARE 
In Bristol did a merchant dwell He courted a girl and he loved her well And all he craved in his delight Was to lay with her one night
 To me rye whack fol the diddle I gee oh To me rye whack fol the diddle I gee oh 
As this young maid on her bed she lay A-thinking on the tricks on him she'd play And in his way she put a chair And on the chair placed crockery ware 
As this young man come in the dark A-thinking to find his own sweetheart He hit his toe against a chair Upsetting all of the crockery ware The old woman ran downstairs in a fright And there she called for a light She said, "you villain, what brought you here A-breaking all of the crockery ware?" 
He said, "Old woman don't look so cross I missed my way and I fear I'm lost I missed my way and I do declare I broke me shin on your crockery ware" 
As this young maid on her bed she lay A-laughing at the tricks on him she played She said, "Young man, don't look so queer And pay me mother for the crockery ware" 
The police were sent for right away And, sure enough, I had to pay A dollar for the broken chair And one pound ten for her crockery ware 
So come all you rakes and rambling sports That goes a courting in the dark Don't hit your toe against a chair Or else you'll suffer for your crockery ware.  

Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk