Here's how we learned "The Willie Song", or "Darling Willie"- back in the 60s or so:

How well do I remember
the night our Willie died:
it was early - about twelve o'clock at night

The sun was shining brightly,
and the birds were making hay,
and the moon and stars were shining dark and light

'twas the 43rd of May
that our Willie passed away.
He died harder than he ever died before

He was sitting in a chair
but he didn't like it there,
so he left it and he died upon the floor

You could tell the boy was dying
by the color of his breath.
You could see the blossom nipping in the bud

And the doctor said the only way
to save the boy from death
was to stop the circulation of his blood.

So we gently dipped his head
in a boiling pot of lead,
and we lay our darling Willie out to die

But it surely was a shame
for that night a burglar came
and he stole the mustard plaster from his eye.

So we filled him up with glue
in hopes to bring him to
but we only brought him eight or nine or ten

Then we lay him on his side
and he blew his nose and died.
Then he sneezed and blew his nose and died again.

No more will Willie play
with our darling pussy cat
No more between his teeth will hold her tail

No more upon the red-hot hearth
will he rub her little nose,
for our darling Willie's gone and kicked the pail.