After the ball was over
She sat on the sofa and sighed,
She stood her cork leg in the corner
And took out her lovely glass eye,
She put her false teeth in salt water,
And hung up her wig on the wall;
Then the rest of her went to bye-bye
After the ball!


Recorded by the Ian Campbell Folk Group, no less.

What about the Burglar Man who hid under the old maid's bed? A very similar story, but not at all pc.

Steve