In our town there lived a man And he courted a girl both fine and young He asked her for one favour bright That he might sleep with her that night Right-whack-fordle-diddy-i-do-day Now this young girl she did contrive To fix a joke on him that night Behind the door she placed a chair And on it she put the crockery ware Right-whack-fordle-diddy-i-do-day Now this young man he got up in the night And was thinking to find his heart's delight He cracked his shins all against the chair And he tumbled into the crockery ware Right-whack-fordle-diddy-i-do-day Now the old woman rose in a terrible fright And she came upstairs with the candle light She says "Young man how came you here? Capsizing of my crockery ware" Right-whack-fordle-diddy-i-do-day This Betsy lay in the very next room And she's laughing at the game going on She said "Young man, I do declare You must pay my mother for the crockery ware" Right-whack-fordle-diddy-i-do-day The police were sent for without delay To see what this young man should pay He's paid three shillings for the crockery ware And five pound ten for the damned old chair Right-whack-fordle-diddy-i-do-day