My dad was born in 1917 and is still alive.
He sang us to sleep, he and Mom together often; and that was usually Toora Loora Loora
or Goodnight Irene (only the chorus)
or Tavern in the Town.
He also sings many hymns. He loves Let the Lower Lights be Burning,
and Come to the Church IN the Wildwood
South of the Border, Down Mexico Way
Wiffenpoof song
Miss Otis Regrets (yaas?)
The whole town's talking about the Brown Boys (he's a Brown)
the Cannibal King (his father sang it)
Polly Wolly Doodle (")
Froggy went a Courting (")
Don't send My boy to Harvard
I've got Sixpence
Oh What a loverly Bunch of Coconuts
Camptown Races
Tenting tonight
Whispering Hope (duet with Mom)
He walks With Me and He Talks with Me (")
And the Engine in the Ford Made the Wheels go Round

I'm sure there are more.
We sang in the car and we sang in the evenings at the lake. Mom played the pump organ and sang harmony; Grandpa played the one string fiddle he'd made. We sang in canoes and while hanging out the wash.

They still sing. I visited them a couple weeks ago in assisted living in Michigan. They've been married 63 years.

Blessings,
Barbara