This is part of a tale we recorded from small farmer Francie Kennelly, here in West Clare (Ireland) some years ago.
The story tells of a peat-cutter's wife having an affair with a young neighbour.
She arranges for the lover to visit when her husband goes to make a long delivery very early on morning, but the husband returns before the lover arrives because of the bad weather :

.......But they (husband and wife) was no length in the bed anyway, when the knock came to the window (knocks table). Of course, the wife was in terrible hot water, she was expecting this man.
Well, someone belonging to her must be a poet anyway, but she had nothing to do and she had to think and think quick. The knock came to the window again anyway, (knocks table) like that, and she took up her child out of the cradle, that was about ten or eleven months, and you know yourself, when you take up a child, they cry. And she had to start... she started singing for the child. She had to make up this quick now; as I said before, someone belonging to her must be a poet:

(Sung:)
"The wind and the rain brought your daddy home again,
Go away from the window, you big bogey-man."

'Course, the whole time the husband thought 'twas for the child she was singing. But the knock came to the window again (knocks table) and she sung it again:

(Sung:)
"The wind and the rain brought your daddy home again
Go away from the window, you big bogey-man."

And the child crying the whole time. But that way himself, the man outside didn't ... he didn't catch on, he didn't catch on. He was knocking again (knocks table) and she had to put a few more lines to it; quick she had to do it and do it quick.

(Sung:)
"The wind and the rain brought your daddy home again
Go away from the window, you big bogey-man.
For you are a thundering fool, go round and see your mule,
Go away from the window, you big bogey-man,"

He went around and he saw the mule and he knew well there was something wrong, that the man had turned. He went home anyway. But the following night was a grand fine night and he had no trouble at all when he came up.

The tale seems to have survived as an English song - minus the body of the story - entitled 'Go From My Window'
Jim Carroll