The Creel - Paul Brady

As I roved out on a moonlight night

Excitement for to find

I met on the way with a pretty little girl

And I asked her to be mine

With me tooraya folderiddle da

Me tooray-a right folderiddle-antin-ido

How can I get to your father’s house

How can I get to your bed

Oh me father locks the door at night

And the key lies under his head

If you get a ladder, thirty foot

Thirty foot and three

And place it up to the chimney top

Come down in a creel to me

So I got me a ladder, thirty foot

Thirty foot and three

And I placed it up to the chimney top

And down in a creel came me

But the old one she being still awake

Heard something that was said

I’ll lay me life, said the silly old wife

There’s a man in me daughter’s bed

The old man he got out of bed

For to see if it was true

But she’s pushed me down with her lily-white arms

Under the coverlet blue

Where are you going father, dear

Where are you going so late

You’ve disturbed me at my evening prayers

And, oh, but they were sweet

Well, the Devil take you silly old wife

And an ill death may you die

For your daughter’s lying with the book in her arms

And she’s praying for you and I

But the old one she being still awake

When something else was said

You can say what you like you silly old fool

There’s a man in your daughter’s bed

No rest no peace could the old one get

'Til she got up to see

But her foot gave a shot to the chamber pot

And into the creel fell she

Rise and help me husband, dear

Rise and help me now

For the one that you have wished to me

I fear he has me now

Well, the hoult he’s got I hope he keeps

And never lets it go

For between yourself and your daughter dear

It’s time for the cock to crow

Well, I rocked her up and I rocked her down

And I gave her a great downfall

'Til every rib in the old woman’s side

Played «Nick-nack» against the wall

And it’s oh the blue the bonny blue

And may the blue do well

And every old woman 'd refuse her daughter

Rocked in a creel to hell