The BLUE HAIRED BOY

He is gone for evermore has our little blue-hair'd boy,
We'll never see our cross-eyed darling more,
Like a dream he passed away on the 93rd of May,
He never died so suddenly before.
No more upon the mat he'll play with pussy-cat,
No more between his teeth he'll squeeze its tail,
No more he'll rub its nose against the iron bars,
For little brother Tommy's kick'd the pail.
      Chorus.
He has gone for evermore, at the age of 94,
There was nothing in the world his life could save,
So I'm going to the brickfield, to fulfil his last request,
That's to plant a bunch of tombstones on his grave.

We knew he was departing by the color of his breath,
We knew the flower was nipping in the bud,
The doctor said the only means of saving him from death,
Was to stop the circulation of his blood.
We even bath'd his head in a pot of boiling lead,
And then we laid him gently down to rest.
But through the night a burglar came and broke into the room,
And stole the mustard plaster off his breast.

We'll ne'er forget the morning his spirit passed away.
'Twas early, about ten o'clock at night.
The bells were sweetly singing, and the ducks were making hay,
And the sun and moon were shining dark and bright,
We filled his mouth with glue to try and bring him to,
But alas! all our efforts were in vain,
For after all we tried, he sneezed & then he died,
He blew his nose and sneezed, and died again.

Surely the tune must be that well-used favourite 'The Little Old Mud Cabin'/ Maggie May/ Keep yor feet still geordy Hinny etc....