Click here to hear Geoffrey Ling sing his version at Blaxhall Ship in 1973.

Out came her big glass eye
Her false teeth on the sly
She gently placed them down
Upon the chiffonier
She then unscrewed her leg
And hung it on a peg
And oh my eyes were filled
With many a bitter tear

Her beautiful golden hair
She hung upon the chair
And what was left of her
Slipped in between the blankets.
I looked at her and said
"I am not coming to bed
I'd rather sleep instead
Among your souvenirs"

My folk-processed version is only slightly different:

She took out her glass eye
Her false teeth on the sly
And gently laid them down
Upon the chiffonier
Her lovely wooden leg
She hung upon a peg
And oh my eye was filled
With many a bitter tear

Her lovely golden hair
She hung upon the chair
And what was left of her
Slipped in between the blankets.
I looked at her and said
"Don't think I'll come to bed
I'll stay out here instead
Among my souvenirs"