Guest Craig has it mostly right if you seek the lyrics to A Bonnie Wee Lassie, from Burl Ives album, Wayfaring Stranger. But the fourth verse goes:

He ripped and he tore, and he cursed and he swore
Grandma heard the racket, jumped out on the floor
She grabbed up the poker and a lick she gave one
Another like that would have broke his back bone with his

Head in the window, that nice little window, cute little window where Grandmother dwelled.

She lifted the ladle from out of the pot
No batter e're took the beating he got
He ran down the road with might and with main
While around his shoulders the sash and the frame of that

Nice little window, that cute little window, sweet little window where Grandmother dwelled.
With that hole in the window, that nice little window, cute little window where Grandmother dwelled.