| Lyrics: | THE CRAYFISH
Fisherman, fisherman, standing by the sea
Have you got a crayfish that
you can sell to me
By the way side high diddly aye do
Yes sir, yes sir, that indeed
I do
I have got a crayfish that I can sell to you
By the way side high diddly aye
do
Well, I took the crayfish home, and I though he'd like a swim
So I filled up the
chamber pot, and I threw the bugger in
By the way side high diddly aye do
In the
middle of the night, I thought I'd have a fit
When my old lady got up to a-wash her
face
By the way side high diddly aye do
Husband, husband, she cried out to
me
The devil's in the chamber pot, and he's got hold of me
By the way side high diddly aye
do
Children, children, bring the looking glass
Come and see the crayfish that bit
your mother's a-face
By the way side high diddly aye do
Children, children, did you
hear the grunt
Come and see the crayfish that bit your mother's a-nose
By the way side
high diddly aye do
It's the ending of me story; I don't have any more
I've an apple
in me pocket, and you can have the core
By the way side high diddly aye
do
I heard this on "The Folk Show" with Mary Cliff on WETA in the
late
70's. I don't know who the author or performers were.
Note: Recorded by Roberts and Barrand :
Across the Western Ocean
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