This is obviously related to THE GARDEN WHERE THE PRATIES GROW. It's an Americanized and extended version. (The word "praties" is unknown here. If we wanted a short, colloquial word, we'd call them "taters.")

This is my transcription from a sound file at the Honking Duck web site. As you can see, there are several gaps; I'd appreciate some help filling them in.

IN THE GARDEN WHERE THE IRISH POTATOES GROW
Dr Smith's Champion Hoss Hair Pullers, 1928.
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Was you ever in love, boys? Did you ever feel that pain?
I'd rather be in jail, boys, than to be in love again.
I used to court a fair maid, I'd have you all to know.
I met her in the garden where the Irish potatoes grow.

I asked her if she's tired of living a single life
And if she was, I'd make her my dear wife.
She said she'd see her parents; tomorrow she'd let me know,
To meet her in the garden where the Irish potatoes grow.

Now we are married, and children we have three:
Two cross-eyed girls just like her and the boy the image of me.
Now we will raise them up as though it happened so.
I never shall forget the place where the Irish potatoes grow.

... creature, but ...
So often ...
Now she's gone and left me. I told her not to go
Away up in Nevada, on the frozen(?) ice and snow.

Now she's gone and left me, enjoy(?) all her life.
If she can get a husband, I can get a wife.