My father Bill McVicar's version had a very Scots line:

In the very next street there lived a human wreckium,
Glory hallelujah, oh rogerum.
He wore a hooker-doon [a flat bunnet with a button to anchor the peak, I think] and a graubit [scarf] roon his neckium,
Glory hallelujah, oh rogerum
Chorus
Oh rogerum, oh rogerum
Skinny malinky doodlum
Doon behind Jerusalum
Glory hallelujah, oh rogerum.