My mother sang to my brother and I one last verse. She always slowed the tempo down for "dramatic effect" I guess. It went something like this:

    If you're ever walking in Hades
    Let me give you a tip.
    The devil don't cotton to cussin'
    So if you do you'll be in deep...

    Ting ling ling ling and fa la la la
    Sweet little voices we hear from afar
    Ting ling ling ling and fa la la la
    He played on his spanish guitar...Ole'!

The first part of the song went pretty much like what is already written here with just minor changes (probably depends a lot on which part of the south you come from). Thanks for the trip down memory lane. It always tickled me to hear my mom sing this 'cause we would sing with her but real soft like we were getting away with something bad. She passed last year at the ripe old age of 83 but she was still a card right up to the end. And we still miss her sense of humor.