He's gone from us forever our darlin blue haired boy
Our cock-eyed darlin we will see no more
He gently passed away on the 93rd of May
He never died so suddenly before.

We knew that it was death by the freckles on his breath
His eyeballs were draggin in the mud
The doctor took his knife and said I'll save poor Willie's life
I'll just stop the circulation of the blood.

No more upon the mat will he tease poor pussycat
No more between his teeth he'll chew her tail
No more he'll press her nose up against the red hot stove
Our little brother Billy's kicked the pail

So we soaked poor Willie's head in a pot of boiling lead
But alas all our efforts were in vain
For burglars came that night and when he coughed they took to flight
And a "Masterplast" was all that they did gain.

We filled his mouth with glue
thinking that might bring him through
But again all our efforts were in vain
For after we had tried he just heaved a sigh and died
Then he sneezed blowed his nose and died again

Died again, died again, he just sneezed blowed his nose and died again
For after we had tried he just heaved a sigh and died
Then he sneezed blowed his nose and died again.