This is what my grandfather use to sing to me.....from what I have read above, this must be a version more suitable for children...funny too, I was trying to find a version of this song lately online and stumbled upon this....Hope this helps...

Twas the 31st of May when my darling passed away
and the roses were drooping in the mud, in the mud
And the doctors all agreed that to save our darling's life
We must stop the circulation of the blood.

So we gently dipped his head in a pot of boiling lead
And we laid our dear darling down to rest, down to rest
And the burgler's in the night came and entered without fright
And the stole the poris plaster off his chest.

(he would sing this part faster)

Well, no more upon the mat would you squeeze a pussy cat
No more between his teeth to squeeze his tail
No more to push his nose against a red hot iron stove
Because my darling little Willy kicked the pail.