Sure do! My father and grandfather both specialize in this sort of stuff. I learned it in the 50's growing up, but my great grandfather used to sing it to my fathers cousins in the 1930s
I remember the tune, but dont' have MIDI access...

THE HORSES RUN AROUND

The horses run around, their feet are on the ground,
Oh, who will wind the clock while I'm away, away,
Go get the axe, there's a fly on baby's ear;
Oh, a boy's best friend is his mother, his mother.

While looking out the window, a second story window,
I fell and sprained my eyebrow on the pavement, the pavement,
We feed our baby garlic so we'll find him in the dark,
And a boy's best friend is his mother, his mother.

A-peeking through the knothole, in grandpa's wooden leg,
Why did they build the shore so near the ocean, the ocean,
A snake's belt slips, because he has no hips,
And his waistline is just below his necktie, his necktie.