My mother sang this, beautifully and ironically. Beautifully: she always sang that way, day in, day out, promiscuous singing to accompany her drudgery, and I wish I had recorded her songs, because there was a lot of local tradition and music hall mixed in with the pops of 1025 onwards. Ironically, because she could see it was racist crap, and occasionally slipped in variations such as "all de darkies am a weepin', wishin' dat dere skins was white".

RIP Peggy (1927-2000).