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Book TitleAuthorDateNotes
Song TitlePretty Polly and her crockery ware
Roud No.1490
Collected FromUnknown
Collected ByWilliams, Alfred
Alternative Title
Source PrimaryWSRO: 2598/36 Packet 5 - Miscellaneous: Williams, A: MS collection No Mi 679
Source SecondaryUnpublished
Song Lyrics
Verse 1

In Belfast town there lived a lad,
And he courted a maid when she was young.
He asked of her one favour then,
That's if she would agree to live with him.


Right fol the riddle rol
Ring rol the rido
Right fol the rol
The riddle rol the day

Verse 2

Oh, then pretty Polly began to contrive
How for to fix the joke at the night.
All in a room she placed a chair,
And on it she put her crockery ware.


Verse 3

This young man arose all in the night
Thinking to go to his heart's delight,
And he missed his way I do declare,
And broke his shins with the crockery ware.


Verse 4

The old woman woke in great surprise,
And so loudly foe a light she cries.
And she says - 'Young man, how came you her
A-breaking of my crockery ware?'


Verse 5

'Old woman! Old woman! Don't be cross,
For I've missed my way and am at a loss,
I've missed my way I do declare,
And broke my shins with the crockery ware.


Verse 6

All the while pretty Polly in her bed did lie
Laughing at the joke so heartily,
And she said - 'Young man, whoever you are,
You shall pay my mother for the crockery ware.'


Verse 7

Come every wild and rambling spark,
That delights to ramble in the dark,
If you miss your way I do declare,
You'll break your shins with the crockery ware.
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The terms crockery ware is used as an alternative to chamber pot, or bed pan, hence the joke in the song.

Transcribed and edited by Chris Wildridge, 2007.



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