Hi. I have sung this song so many times as my father sang it to me, I can only give you the version which I know, it is similiar.

Two convicts were sitting in a lonely prison cell
Their stories of their love life to each other they did tell.
Well I'll tell you a story, said the younger of the two,
I had a wife, a lovely wife and a pretty baby too.

One night when I came home, after working hard all day,
I found the fire had gone out, and my wife had run away,
Twas then I took to drinking, what else could i do?
God had me a bad companion, and became a burglar too.

One night when I went out to rob a mansion grand
My tools were in my pocket, a revolver in my hand,
As I climbed through the window, I heard a gentle voice,
I fired a shot, and cried aloud, good God I've shot my child.

Not a friend have I in this wide wide world,
Not a friend have I to call my own,
There's nothing left to shelter me but this lonely prison cellTwo .