A minstrel routine in American Memory, "Sittin' On a Rail," or "The Raccoon Hunt," has these verses, among others:

My ole massa he lub gin,
De way he drink him was a sin;
It case um him to tumble in
A hole bout eight feet deep.

Spoken- You see, my ole massa, he did lub gin to obstruction, an he git drunk one night and go to bed on de wiskey barrel, an he wake in de mornin, an he fine heself dead, an I mak calffimalashund how he die juss fore he time cum, an I spose- seein, dat my massa dead, dare no harm for de nigger to sing little bout him.

O my ole massa dead and gone,
De debil sing him funeral song;
A little poison help him on,
Bress um, let um go- bress um let um go-
bress um, let um go, wid de bottle in de hand.

Probably inspired by the Emmett's De Blue Tail Fly.
Undated, Boston and Middlebury, VT, L. Deming, 19c undated.