The version by Kytrad has verses similar to one called "The Barefoot Boy With Shoes On," by Asa Martin(?). Also called the cowboy version. We sang similar verses in the 1930s and in the Army, verses somewhat similar to the following lifted from this website: Barefoot Boy
We always sang it to a marching tune, the last line of which I remember as Rim, Ram, Goddam, we're the Cavalry. No "Silver Hairs" or other slow tune.

Oh, the night was dark and cloudy
The moon was shining bright
The stars were casting burning rays
On the storm that raged that night
Lightening struck the cowshed
And the cows all chewed their cud
Moonlight set the prairie on fire
In the middle of the woods.

Oh, the barefoot boy with shoes on
Come a-shuffling down the street
His pants were full of pockets
And his boots were full of feet
He was born when he was a baby
His grandma's pride and joy
His only sister was a girl
and his brother was a boy (or reverse the sex in these two lines)

He never was a triplet
But he always was a twin
His legs were fasened to his knees
Just below his chin
And his feet were fastened to his ankles
Several inches from his shoulder
And when he grew up he became a man
And everyday got older

He married him a woman
Who quickly became his wife
For you see he could not marry her
And maintain a single life
Her head was full of notions
And her mouth was full of tongue
They raised a dozen children
All born when they were young.

Six boys, five girls
And then another child
They never tried to raise them right
Just let them grow up wild
And late in the evening
They'd send them off to bed
Not sure if they were living
And they wished all were dead.

The youngest was a baby
But the oldest was one first
The good one was the bad one
And the bad one was the worst
They never knew their ages
No, they never seemed to care
'Cause they knew they had a birthday
And it came 'round once a year (or- twice)

They never knew their father's age
But they always had a hunch
That he was born before their time
And was the oldest of the bunch
And when they died they could not speak
Their names they could not tell
The girls all went to heaven
And the boys all went out West.

The organ peeled potatoes, etc. (see above)

We probably sang all of the verses posted in this thread and more, but never in any particular order. Someone sang a line, and the rest joined in.