One Sunday night for tea
I fancied a luxury
So off I went to Old Mother Wrinkles
Bought myself a penny-worth of winkles.

Took them home,
Put them on a shelf
As happy as can be.

Then my old woman and her seven kids,
And all her family,
Were pickin' all the big ones out,
Pickin' all the big ones out.

Talk about fishcakes covered in wrinkles
When I saw my pennyworth of winkles,
All the big ones gone
It made me scream and shout.

When my old woman and her seven kids
Were pickin' all the big ones out.
Pickin' all the big ones right out.

This was taught to me by a Cockernee. I've never seen it written down.