Many years ago, my father used to sing a song about "My darling Blue Haired Boy."

In part it went:

...was to stop the circulation of his blood,
So we even bathed his head in a pot of boiling lead,
And then we gently laid him down to rest.
But through the night a burglar came and broke into the room.
And stole the mustard plaster off his chest.
Oh, no more upon the mat will he play with the old black cat.
No more between his teeth he'll bite his tail.
No more he'll bump his nose upon the iron bar,
'Cause our darling little Jimmy kicked the pail.
Like a dream he passed away on the 95th of May,
And he never died so suddenly before.

Anyone ever hear it or any thing similar? It has been nearly 60 years since I last heard it, and would like to get the whole song.

Thanks

Clay