The Crockery Ware fragment (italics) from Carrie Grover, Gorham Maine 10/29/1943 recorded by Eloise Hubbard Linscott #328A Tune almost identical to one collected by Dr Edward Ives from Linus Christopher, Tignish PEI Canada August 26, 1965 Additional lyrics from various other traditional sources A young man lived in Belfast town and he courted a girl called Sally Brown A young man lived in Belfast town and he courted a girl called Sally Brown He asked her for a favour bright that he might sleep with her all night Chorus To me right fa la to me toor aye ah Right fa la to me toor aye ay Well this fair maid gave her consent and straight up to her room she went Well this fair maid gave her consent and straight up to her room she went And on the landing placed a chair and under the chair was the crockery ware That young man he got up in the night looking for his heart’s delight That young man he got up in the night looking for his heart’s delight He stubbed his toe upon the chair and overturned the crockery ware Her mother woke in a terrible fright and ran upstairs with the candle light Her mother woke in a terrible fright and ran upstairs with the candle light She says, "Young man what do you there a-breaking all my crockery ware?" He said, "Old woman don't look so cross I missed my way and I fear I'm lost He said, "Old woman don't look so cross I missed my way and I fear I'm lost I missed my way and I do declare, I broke me toe on your crockery ware" Now this young maid in bed did lie, Laughing at the trick that she had played Now this young maid in bed did lie, Laughing at the trick that she had played She said, "Young man I do declare, You’ll pay my mother for the crockery ware!" The police were sent for right away, And, sure enough, he had to pay The police were sent for right away, And, sure enough, he had to pay A dollar for the broken chair, And one pound ten for her crockery ware Come all you rambling roving sparks, Who go a-courting in the dark Come all you rambling roving sparks, Who go a-courting in the dark Don’t stub your toe against a chair Or you will fall in the crockery ware
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