Can I suggest instead that it might have been this, Nigity being not a thousand miles fron Jiggety:

Robin he went and married a wife
Mippity, moppity mo no
Robin he went and married a wife
The laziest bitch you've met in your life
Singing jiggety jaggety, show us your petticoat,
Robin a thrush cries mo no.

She gets up late, she comes down in haste
And sits in the kitchen without any stays.

She milks the cow but once a week,
Which doesn't make the butter sweet.

Instead of a churn she uses her boot,
And instead of a cruddle she uses her foot.

She put the cheese upon the shelf
And left it there to turn itself.

It turned and jumped upon the floor,
Upped with its feet and ran to the door.

It ran till it came to Wakefield Cross,
And she had to chase it on a horse.

This song was made to suit the men.
If the women complain I'll sing it again.