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Title
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Pretty Polly and her crockery ware
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Singer
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Unknown
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
In Belfast town there lived a lad,
And he courted a maid when she was young.
He asked of her one favour then,
That's if she would agree to live with him.
Chorus
Right fol the riddle rol
Ring rol the rido
Right fol the rol
The riddle rol the day
Verse 2
Oh, then pretty Polly began to contrive
How for to fix the joke at the night.
All in a room she placed a chair,
And on it she put her crockery ware.
Chorus
Verse 3
This young man arose all in the night
Thinking to go to his heart's delight,
And he missed his way I do declare,
And broke his shins with the crockery ware.
Chorus
Verse 4
The old woman woke in great surprise,
And so loudly foe a light she cries.
And she says - 'Young man, how came you her
A-breaking of my crockery ware?'
Chorus
Verse 5
'Old woman! Old woman! Don't be cross,
For I've missed my way and am at a loss,
I've missed my way I do declare,
And broke my shins with the crockery ware.
Chorus
Verse 6
All the while pretty Polly in her bed did lie
Laughing at the joke so heartily,
And she said - 'Young man, whoever you are,
You shall pay my mother for the crockery ware.'
Chorus
Verse 7
Come every wild and rambling spark,
That delights to ramble in the dark,
If you miss your way I do declare,
You'll break your shins with the crockery ware.
