This wouldn't be it, would it?

To the tune of "Silver Threads Among the Gold"

In the boarding house I lived in, everything was growing old
Silver threads upon the butter, and the cheese was green with mould
When the dog died we had sausages; when the cat died, catmint tea
When the landlord died, I left there; spare ribs were too much for me.

As notably sung by Diz Disley, among others.