Lyrics copied from Garry Gillard's web site:

THREE CRIPPLES

Three cripples from London all out on the spree.
They went down to the country.
They ate they drank three down or more,
And they swore somebody would pay the score.
Sing rumpty tumpty tiddly ti do,
Diddlety more.

And when the time to pay did come,
They called the waiter into the room.
Says one of them, "Here, take charge of my eye."
Says the other one, "Here, lay these teeth by."
Sing rumpty tumpty tiddly ti do,
Diddlety more.

The waiter he ran downstairs in a fright
And he told his master with all of his might,
"Oh, Lord! if upstairs you had been,
And you'd seen the sights that I've just seen,
For they're pulling out arms and eyes like fun (?),
And they're screwing their legs off one by one."
Sing rumpty tumpty tiddly ti do,
Diddlety more.

They sent for the parson to come to pray
To try to drive them all away,
But nothing wouldn't do till a soldier came,
For they didn't value him nor his name.
Sing rumpty tumpty tiddly ti do,
Diddlety more.

Oh, the soldier he smiled through all the spree,
And he went and told the company.
He says if they'd all go away,
Their shots were all settled they'd nothing to pay,
So they screwed on their legs and they hopped away.
Sing rumpty tumpty tiddly ti do,
Diddlety more.

[As sung by Martin Carthy on "Because It's There."]