Here is the version as printed in the notes to the 1978 album:

The Creel

As I roved out on a moonlit night,
Excitement for to find,
I met on the way with a pretty little girl,
And I asked her to be mine, with me
Tooria folderiddle da
Me tooria right folderiddle - antin-ido.

How can I get to your father's house
How can I get to your bed?
Oh, my father locks the door at night
And the keys lie under his head, with me...

If you get a ladder, thirty foot,
Thirty foot and three,
And place it up to the chimney top
Come down in a creel to me, with your...

So I got me a ladder thirty foot
Thirty foot and three,
And I placed it up to the chimney top
And down in a creel came me, with me...

But the ould one she bein' still awake,
Heard something that was said,
'I'll lay me life' said the silly ould wife,
'There's a man in me daughters bed', with me...

The ould man he got out of bed
For to see if it was true,
But she's pushed me down with her lilly-white arms
In under the coverlet blue, with me...

'Where are you going father dear,
Where are you going so late?
You've disturbed me at me evening prayers
And, oh, but they were sweet', with me...

'Well the devil take you, you silly ould wife
And an ill death may you die
For your daughter's lyin' with the Book in her arms
And she's praying for you and I', with me...

But the ould one, she being still awake
When something else was said
'You can say what you like, you silly ould fool,
There's a man in your daughter's bed', with me...

No rest nor peace could the ould one get
'till she got up to see,
But her foot gave a shot to the chamber pot
And into the creel fell she, with me...

'Rise and help me, husband dear,
Rise and help me now,
For the one that you have wished me to
I fear he has me now!' with me...

'Well the hoult he's got, I hope he keeps
And never lets it go,
For between yourself and your daughter dear
Its time for the cock to crow', with me...

Well I rocked her up and I rocked her down
And I gave her a great downfall,
Till every rib in the ould woman's side
Played 'Nick-nack' against the wall, with me...

And it's Oh, the Blue, the bonny blue,
And may the blue do well,
And every ould woman 'd refuse her daughter
Be rocked in the creel to hell, with me...