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