Another variation, but similair. My ex-step-father used to sing it all the time:

Now the farmer and the maiden,
They were wooing, I declare,
Down by the garden gate,
They didn't know I was there.

Now the farmer, he was bashful,
and the maiden she was shy,
and when he asked her if he could,
This was her reply:

Well, you can do it if ya wanna,
but'cha gotta do it right,
and don'cha never do it like,
you did the other night.

Cause if you do,
I'm gonna tell on you,
and I won't let'cha....

....<<2 second pause>>....

...kiss me anymore.