My father taught me this song in the mid 1950's when I was less than 10 years old.

'Twas a dark and stormy night and the sun was shining bright
And the flowers were a-droopin' in the mud,
All the doctors had decided that to save our darlin's life
They must stop the circulation of his blood.

So, they dipped our darlin's head in a pot of boiling lead,
And they laid our little Willy down to rest.
But some robbers came that night, and they came without a light,
And they stole the mustard plaster off his chest.

No more on the floor will he tease poor pussy-cat,
No more with his teeth will he pull her tail
No more rub her nose on the red-hot kitchen stove,
For our Darling Little Willy's kicked the pail.


If anyone knows where there is a recording of this, please let me know. I've been trying to find the history of this for a long time.
My email is doug.pitmanf@gmail.com