It's so interesting the similarities and differences these versions have. Here is the version I grew up with, which my father learned from his father (Indiana):

How well do I remember, the night that Willy died,
So early in the morning, late at night!

The cows were warbling sweetly, and the birds were eating hay,
So early in the morning late at night.

It was the 43rd of May, when our Willie passed away.
He died harder than he'd ever died before.
He was sitting in his chair, but he didn't like it there,
so he got up and he died upon the floor.

You could tell that he was dying by the color of his breath.
You could hear the blossoms nipping in the bud.
The doctor said the only way to save our Willy boy
was to stop the circulation of his blood.

So then we filled him up with glue, in the hopes to bring him to,
but it only brought him six, or eight, or ten (Eight or ten!)
So we laid him on his side and he blew his nose and died,
then he blew his nose and sneezed and died again.

Now no more upon the mat shall he play with pussycat.
No more betwixt his teeth shall hold her tail.
No more upon the burning deck shall stand our Willy boy,
for our darling Willy boy has kicked the pail.