My grandmother, Katherine Watson Farmer, remembered this song that her mother Kate Sloan Watson used to sing in Ridge Springs, South Carolina. She called it "The Backwards Song" and it is clearly a permutation of "A Maidens Romance".
'Twas sometime to come
I remember it well
Way down in the poor-house
A maiden did dwell
She dwelt with her mother and father serene
Her age it was red
And her hair it was green

Not near to this maiden
Her lover did dwell
Knock-kneed in both eyes
And cross-legged as well
He asked her to fly
By the light of yon star
For "You are the eye
Of my apple you are."

O come said the maiden
O come let's be wise
My father will scratch out
Your nails with his eyes
If you love me don't drag me
Right down to disgrace
And she buried both hands
Right into her face

Thus being repulsed
By a cold-hearted maid
The villain drew out
His jackknife by the blade
He stabbed it right into
Her bosom so fair
And dragged her around
By the head of her hair

Now just at this moment
Her father appears
He gazed at the maiden
With eyes in his tears
He gazed at the maiden
Her cold lips he kissed
Then turned on the villain
With murderous fists

He turned to the villain
And told him to bolt
He drew a horse pistol
He raised from a colt
He told him to fly
And he flew up the flue

Now the moral of this
If you take my advice
Never think once
Before you speak twice
And remember this motto
Wherever you go
Never to words
'til you're out of the crow