Another version, from A Dictionary of the Isle of Wight Dialect by William Henry Long (London: Reeves & Turner, 1886), p. 163:

THE CROCKERY WARE.

In London town once dwelt a spark,
Who courted a girl both gay and smart;
One night her company he did crave,
And at the last she gave him leave.

Whack fol lol the diddle lol the day,
Fol lol the ri de o.

Miss Kitty began for to contrive
How she her sweetheart might deceive;
In the middle of the room she placed a chair,
And loaded it with crockery ware.

Whack fol lol the diddle lol the day, &c.

This young man rose in the middle of the night,
Thinking to go to his heart's delight,
But he missed his way, I do declare,
And fell right over the crockery ware.

Whack fol lol, &c.

Her mother arose in a terrible fright,
And called out loudly for a light;
Said she, " Young man, how came you here,
A breaking of my crockery ware?"

Whack fol lol, &c.

"Old girl," said he, " don't be surprised,
For I had great reason for to rise;
But I missed my way I do declare,
And I've broke my shins with your crockery ware.

Whack fol lol, &c.

Miss Kitty lay laughing at the fun,
And seeing how the joke was carried on,
"If you missed your way, I do declare,
You must pay my mother for the crockery ware."

Whack fol lol, &c.

Now all you gay young rambling sparks,
That love to ramble in the dark,
If you miss your way, I do declare,
You'll have to pay for the crockery ware.

Whack fol lol, &c.