I know two versions of this ditty. This first one is on a Sharon, Lois, and Bram record:

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Father papered the parlour
You couldn't see in for paste
Dabbin' it 'ere! Dabbin' it there!
Paste and paper everywhere
Mother was stuck to the ceiling
The children stuck to the floor
You never seen a bloomin' family
So stuck up before.

Our parlor wanted papering
And Pa says it a waste
To call the paperhangers in
And so he made some paste.
He got himself some ????
And a ladder, and a brush
And with his mother's nightie on,
At it he made a rush.

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We're never going to move away
From that house anymore
'Cause Father's gone and stuck
The chairs and table to the floor.
We can't find ?????
???????
We think that e's behind the paper
Pa stuck on the wall.

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And here's another:

When Papa put the paper on the wall
He put a little paper on us all
He put paper on the stairs
He put paper on the chairs
He even put a border on Gramma's shawl.

When Papa put the paper on the wall
He put a little paper on us all
Now we're all stuck together
Like birds of a feather
'Cause Papa put the paper on the wall!