THE CRAYFISH



Fisherman, fisherman, standing by the sea

Have you got a crayfish that you can sell to me

By the way side high diddly aye do



Yes sir, yes sir, that indeed I do

I have got a crayfish that I can sell to you

By the way side high diddly aye do



Well, I took the crayfish home, and I though he'd like a swim

So I filled up the chamber pot, and I threw the bugger in

By the way side high diddly aye do



In the middle of the night, I thought I'd have a fit

When my old lady got up to a-wash her face

By the way side high diddly aye do



Husband, husband, she cried out to me

The devil's in the chamber pot, and he's got hold of me

By the way side high diddly aye do



Children, children, bring the looking glass

Come and see the crayfish that bit your mother's a-face

By the way side high diddly aye do



Children, children, did you hear the grunt

Come and see the crayfish that bit your mother's a-nose

By the way side high diddly aye do



It's the ending of me story; I don't have any more

I've an apple in me pocket, and you can have the core

By the way side high diddly aye do



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I heard this on "The Folk Show" with Mary Cliff on WETA in the

late 70's. I don't know who the author or performers were.

Note: Recorded by Roberts and Barrand : Across the Western Ocean

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