This got me to checking some books that I still have from my you, 50 or more years ago.

This is how it was published:

I was stirrin' up a stirrup cup
In a stolen sterling stein
When I chanced upon a ladle
Who was once my Valentine.
(Natural, this was a ladle
I used to spoon with.)
"Oh, whence that wince, my wench?" quoth I.
She blushed and said, "Oh sir...
Old daddy isn't stirrin'
Since my momma's been in stir."

Great one!