The Death of Willie,
Sung by Bob Dyer, February 1939

Also known as Our Blue-haired Boy
It was not an original of Dyer's; it was also, apparently, in the repertoires of Horton Barker (Virginia) and George "Pop" Maynard (Sussex). I think a music-hall song from Sussex, with various versions.

The Death of Willie

He's gone from us forever has our darlin blue haired boy
Our cross-eyed child we will never see no more
He gently passed away on the 93rd of May
He never died so suddenly before.

We knew that it was death by the freckles on his breath
His eyeballs were draggin in the mud
The doctor took his knife and said I'll save poor Willie's life
I'll just stop the circulation of the blood.

No more upon the mat will he tease poor pussycat
No more between his teeth he'll chew her tail
No more he'll press her nose up against the red hot stove
For our little brother Billy's kicked the pail

Oh we laid my little Willie down to rest
And burglars came that night
But when he coughed they took to flight
Though they'd stole the mustard plaster off his chest

The robbers in the night, they came without a light
A mustard plaster was all that they did gain.
So we soaked poor Willie's head in a pot of molten lead
But alas all our efforts were in vain.

We filled his mouth with glue
Thinking that might bring him through
But our efforts all again were made in vain
For after all we tried he just heaved a sigh and died
Then he coughed and blowed his nose and died again

Died again, died again, he just coughed and blowed his nose and died again
For after we had tried he just heaved a sigh and died
Then he coughed and blowed his nose and died again.

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