Nic Jones Crockery Ware

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
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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
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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
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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"
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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"
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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
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