From my True-Love, Hildebrand:
my father 1900-1950 had a couple of versions of this, one of which is prefaced by a version of "no more booze". it's interesting because it refers to the custom of "rushing the growler" -- taking an empty bucket to the saloon to get it filled with take-home beer.

                                           there
was a little man, and he had a little can, and he
went to rush the growler. but
when he got there, the place was bare, and he
heard the barkeeper holler: no
booze today, no booze today! you
can't buy booze on sunday. no
booze today. you'll
have to wait till monday. oh, the
sweetest girl i know has a face like a horse and buggy..
go get the ax. there's a flea on baby's head.
why did they build the ocean so close to the shore?