An early memory: I am sitting in a chair with my grandmother; my mother and baby brother are nearby. It is the depths pf the depression, and we are living in a chilly log cabin, formerly a summer home--victims of the demise of the stock market, having been forced from a prosperous comfortably elite family home to being two women and 2 toddlers living on the edge. And my grandmother is singing this song.
The shanty drawing came from a website about the song--no attribution given for either. The scratchy background is from Image After.
Somehow this song has been in my mind all my life, and I was amazed to find that it is of Canadian origin.

Almita the cybergrannie