Yonks ago, at the Fox Hollow Festival, I heard John Roberts & Tony Barrand sing a bawdy song about a rather spirited dinner party; I'm guessing it was from the north of England. I made a very bad-quality recording of it, and so a lot of the lyrics weren't audible or understandable. I've asked Tony periodically if he remembers the song -- I didn't get the title but I gave him some of the lyric fragments -- but didn't seem to click with him.
So, I'm throwing it open to my Mudcat brethren (and sisteren) to see if anyone knows of it, and most importantly, knows the lyrics.

Below is a sampling of lyrics I was able to piece together:

[...]
He give a party, last neet
All the lads and lasses were there
bung in the door, all shut tight
For the guests were fat, and the house was small
They got stuck in the entrance hall
[...] got a jar of vaseline
Greased up lobby and they all slid in

[...]
Real devil tripe, and pig's feet
While we were golliping(?) the sludge it's true
You could've heard us, next street
[..]
She went and guzzled all the fishbones
They stuck up her Manchester and Liverpool canals
She was a coughin' and a splutterin'
We had to send around for Dr. Drew
And all the fellas stood around
and watched the doctor fillet her

[...]
Me old Aunt Mae, you know what she did?
She did an exhibition dance on the copperboil lid
The lid it bust and we heard her scream
But you couldn't see me poor aunt for all the steam