From Belfast....

MY AUNT JANE

My Aunt Jane she brought me in, she gave tea out of her wee tin
Half a bap, a wee snow top, three black lumps out of her wee shop
Half a bap, a wee snow top, three black lumps out of her wee shop

My Aunt has a bell on the door, a white stone step and a clean swept floor
Candy apples and hard green pears, conversation lozenges
Candy apples and hard green pears, conversation lozenges

My Aunt Jane she's awful smart, she baked three rings and a apple tart
And when Halloween comes round, for next that tart I'm always found
And when Halloween comes round, for next that tart I'm always found

My Aunt Jane she can dance a jig, sing a ballad for a sweety pig
Wee red eyes and a cord for a tail, hanging in a bunch from a farthing nail
Wee red eyes and a cord for a tail, hanging in a bunch from a farthing nail

My Aunt has a great wee shop, with luck bags and lime juice rock
Cinnamon buds and yella man, and brandy balls in a bright tin can
Cinnamon buds and yella man, and brandy balls in a bright tin can

also The Wee Falorie Man and I'll Tell My Ma for starters