"Fisherman, fisherman, standing by the sea,
Have you a crayfish that you can sell to me?"
By the wayside i-diddle-i-doh.
"Yes sir, yes sir, that indeed I do.
I've got a crayfish that I can sell to you."
Well, I took him on home and I thought he'd like a swim,
So I filled up the thunderjug and I threw the bugger in.
Late that night I thought I'd have a fit
When my old lady got up to wash her face.
"Husband, husband," she cried out to me,
"The devil's in the thunderjug and he's got hold of me!"
"Children, children, bring the looking glass.
Come and see the crayfish that bit your mother's a-face”
That's the end of my song and there isn’t anymore.
I’ve an apple in me pocket and you can have the core.
( alternate: )
That's the end of my song and I don't give a fuck.
There's a lemon up my asshole and you can have a suck.