When I lived in Sydney over 20 years ago I learned a song from old chap named Con Clerkin who was born in Prosperous Co. Kildare. He claimed that he learned this song from the composer who was he claimed a Corkman named Collins who was the last of Sydney's streetballad composer/singers.

I can't recall the full text but it went as follows

Adam and Eve in the garden sat
They had no need to worry,
But something played on Eve's mind
Which caused her to sigh and worry,
When she got up to pace about
She looked just like Diana
And Adam said well Eve my dear
Would you like a ripe banana
Banana, Banana a rich and ripe banana
And Adam said well Eve my dear
would you like a ripe banana.

They were as happy as could be
Being free from all earthly care
They were allowed to eat all fruit
except the apple rare
But the divil came just like a snake
Some say like a Goanna
And Adam ate the apple rare
But Eve had a Banana
Banana, Banana a rich and ripe banana
And Adam ate the apple rare
But Eve had a Banana

MISSING VERSES

Oh fruit is good at any time
It keeps us strong and healthy
The young the old the sailor boy
the poor likewise the Gentry
There are peaches pears and apricots
So next time you meet your Alannah
Dont be shy she'll love you boy
If you give her a banana
Banana, Banana a rich and ripe banana
Dont be shy she'll love you boy
If you give her a banana

Does this strike a chord with anybody?
Do we know any more about the composer?
Can anybody recall the other verses?
Fergus