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 ----------------------------------------------------------------- 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 DC
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