| When pretty Peg went down the street | 
| Some fresh fish for to buy | 
| But the wee town clerk followed after her | 
| And he kissed her by and by | 
| Chorus (after each verse): | 
| With my tiddy-right-fol-da-liddle-dido | 
| With my tiddy-right-fol-da-liddle-day | 
| «Oh how can I get to your chamber, love? | 
| Or how can I get to your bed? | 
| When your daddy goes to bed at night | 
| With a keen eye on his head?» | 
| «Oh go and get the ladder, love | 
| With thirty steps and three | 
| And put it to the chimney top | 
| And come down in a creel to me» | 
| «I went and got a ladder, love | 
| With thirty steps and three | 
| And a creel on the top of that | 
| And come down in the lum to thee» | 
| No peace nor ease could the old wife get | 
| With dreams running through her head | 
| «I'll lay on me life,» said the gay old wife | 
| «There's a boy in me daughter’s bed» | 
| Then up the stairs the old man crept | 
| And into the room did steal | 
| Silence reigned where the daughter slept | 
| And he never twigged the creel | 
| «My curse attend you, father | 
| What brought you up so soon? | 
| To put me through my evening prayers | 
| And I just lying down?» | 
| He went back to his gay old wife | 
| He went back to she | 
| «She has the prayer book in her hand | 
| And she’s praying for you and me» | 
| No peace nor ease could that old wife get | 
| 'Til she would rise and see | 
| She came on a stumbling-block | 
| And into the creel went she | 
| «Oh high I rocked her, oh I rocked her | 
| Didn’t I rock her well? | 
| For if any old wife begrudge me her daughter | 
| I’ll rock her into hell» |