On Durham Gaol songs, I had this from my grandmother

Mick

On Wednesday I was taken on Thursday I got tried
I got forty days in Durham Gaol for blacking the bobby's eyes
Ch:
I'm a rum one fol-the-diddle-I-doh
I'm a rum one fol-the-diddle-day.
And now I am out again and I am doing well
You can tell the Durham turnkeys that they can go to hell.

If ever you go to Darlington enquire for The Hole In The Wall
You get your beer for a penny a pint and a woman for nothing at all.