A couple of the verses from a 78 record heard in my 1950's childhood:

I popped into a wing ding
Down dear old Brixton Way.
Old Mother Brown the Village Queen's
A hundred years today.
Oh what a celebration,
What proper la de da
Until they rolled the carpet up
And shouted: "Now then, Ma"
        
CHORUS:
Oh, knees Up Mother Brown
Knees Up Mother Brown
Come along dearie let it go
E I E I E I O
It's your bloomin' birthday
Let's wake up all the town
So knees up, knees up
Don't get the breeze up
Knees up Mother Brown

Now dear old cousin Reggie
Came in his Sunday best
With nice striped shirt and spotted tie
And gaily checkered vest.
She kicked up high and mighty
Knocked out his upper teeth
And now you ought to 'ear him whistle
Through the ones beneath

CHORUS

The Duke of Gloucester-Cheshire
He stopped in for a while
"I'll stay for just a spot of tea,
They served it with a smile.
But Mother Brown raised her knee
And caught me in the chest.
I had my spot of tea all right -
I had it on my vest!"

CHORUS