my late granny taught us this little dittie in the fifties when she live with us in Derry

my aunt jane she called me in
she give me tea in her wee tin
half a bap whey sugar on the top
and three wee sweetie balls after that
she told me to go home
but i wouldn't go
she shut the door on my big toe
oh oh oh that was sore
I'll not go back to auntie jane no more

there were more verses like "washing her face in a frying pan" but at the moment i cant remember them