How well do I remember the night that willie died
So early in the morning late at night
The cows were warbling sweetly and the birds were eating hay
So early in the morning late at night

I wast the forty third of may when our willy past away
He died harder than he'd ever died before
He was sitting in his chair but he didn't like it there
So he got up and he died upon the floor.

You could tell that he was dying by the color of his breath
You could hear the blossoms nipping in the bud
The doctor said the only way to save our willy boy
Was to stop the circulation if his blood

So we filled him up with glue in the hopes to bring him to
but it only brought him 6 or 8 or 10
we laid him on his side, he blew his nose and died
Then he blew his nose and sneeze and died again.

Now no more up on the mat shall he play with pussy cat
No more betwixed his teeth shall hold her tail
No more upon the burning deck shall stand our willy boy
For our darling willie boy has kick the pale