My grandma sang this to me. She grew up in England in the 1930s/40s. It's only now that I've thought of it and realised what a horrendous song it is! It was sung as part of her repertoire, I believe with no thinking. It made me sad as a child but I couldnt place why. It reminds me of her so much but needless to say I will not be passing this on. Her version went:

All the flowers were blooming in the corner by the gate
Mamma sitting by the cabin door
Curly headed p.... coming home so late
Cried as if his little heart was sore
All the children round about with skin so white and fair
None if then would ever with him play
So mamma on her lap takes that weeping little chap
And she croons him in her own sweet way
Stay this side of your neighbour's fence
And honey don't you cry so hard
You can go and play a long as you please
But stay in your own back yard

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