My mom use to sing it this way How well do I remember The night that Willie died It was early in the morning Late at night The cows were singing sweetly The birds were eating hay Sun and moon and stars Were shining dark and light It was the 43rd of May when our Willie passed away He died harder than he ever died before He was sitting in a chair but he didn't like it there So he got up and he died upon the floor You could tell that he was dying by the color of his breath You could see the wreaths circling in his blood And the doctor said the only way to save the boy from death was to stop the circulation of the blood So we filled him up with glue and we hoped to bring him to But we only brought him eight, or nine or ten So we laid him on his side and he blew his nose and died Then he sneezed, and blew his nose and died again.
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