Here is the version we heard from our Grand-Mother Priscilla.
She is 96 and remembers most of it.
The author is unknown to us.
Enjoy!

MIDNIGHT ON THE OCEAN

It was midnight on the ocean, not a streetcar was in sight.
The sun was shining brightly and it rained all day that night.

T'was a summer's night in winter and the rain was hawling 'n squeeling.
As the barefoot boy with shoes on stood there sitting on the ceiling.


It was evening, the rising sun was setting in the North.
And the little fishies in the trees were gayly flying forth.

While the organ peeled patatoes, lard was rendered by the choir.
When the sexton rang the dishrag, someone set the church on fire.

" Holy smoke!" the preacher shouted, in the rain he lost his hair.
Now his head resembles heaven, were there is no parting there.