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.



@courtship @nightvisit @trick

recorded by Margaret Christl, Folk Legacy

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