Not the same song at all, but it throws some light on the origin of the term "hayseed."

Found at the Library of Congress:


NO HAYSEED IN MY HAIR
Words by Fred Stinson, music by John Braham, 1874.

1. Oh, I'm the smartest Yankee girl that ever you did see,
And though I'm from the country, I'm as cute as cute can be.
Though but sixteen, don't think me green; you'll be mistaken there.
Though fresh from meadows yet, I have no hayseed in my hair.

SPOKEN: Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I desire to particularly impress upon your minds, especially the gentlemen, that—

CHORUS: Though but sixteen, don't think me green; you'll be mistaken there.
Though fresh from meadows yet, I have no hayseed in my hair.

2. I milk the cows, I cook, I churn, and this I pass my life,
And chaps that live right in the town all want me for a wife.
They've plead in vain but ev'ry swain has found it is no go,
Because I don't mind telling you I want a city beau.

SPOKEN: It may seem odd that I should refuse them all, but then you know I've a good reason: I'm flying for higher game, and once more I beg of you to remember that—

CHORUS

3. The man I want must be six foot and have a black mustache,
A cluster pin, a diamond ring, and cut a military dash.
He must have no faults of any kind; in fact, a perfect brick,
And if there's such a one in front he can't apply too quick.

SPOKEN: I don't wish to be thought forward, but business is business, and—

CHORUS

4. Upon my word I'm much surprised; I don't know what to say,
And only ask for one, and now a hundred bid me stay.
I hardly know which one to choose; my judgment's very bad,
But just send round your diamonds, and I'll tell you who's the lad.

SPOKEN: I think that is about the best way to settle it; at all events you must admit that—

CHORUS: Though but sixteen, I am not green; you'll be mistaken there.
Though fresh from meadows yet, I have no hayseed in my hair.