There's a song by Cousin Joe from New Orleans called "I never harmed an onion, so why do they make me cry?"

Which was rather disingenuous of the late lamented Joseph, as they only make you cry when you slice them.

Regarding a point of information of about 16 years ago, my mate Wally from Ramsbottom tells me that he has relations who moved to Chicago, and that they were delighted to be told that Chicago was a Native American word for "wild garlic valley", since that's the derivation of Ramsbottom (i.e ramson=wild garlic, bottom=valley).

Although everyone in the nearby villages refers to the town as "Tup's Arse".