Here's "hog eye" again in the context of a corn shucking song: "I can't get along with a hog-eye gal."

Folsom, M. M. “A Corn-Shucking.” Kanabec County Times [Minnesota], 24 November 1887: 4. (It appears to be reprinted from the Chicago Tribune from at least a half-year earlier.)

The description—here necessarily remembered, since corn shucking bees died out with slavery—is much like dozens of others. The narrator offers two songs in sequence before getting to this third example led by the captain (song-leader) while the shucking competition continued.

"Jay bird died wid de whoopin’ cough,
Sparrer died wid de colic;
‘Long come er frog wid a fiddle on ‘is back,
‘Quiring de way to de frolic.
[refrain]
    O, can’t git erlong wid er hog eye,
    Can’t git erlong wid er hog eye,
    Can’t git erlong wid er hog eye gal,
   An’ I can’t git erlong wid er hog eye.

Ca’led Miss Sue to de ball las’ night,
Sot ‘er down to suppah,
She fainted ‘n’ ovah de table fell
An’ stuck ‘er nose in the buttah.
    Can’t git erlong wid er hog eye,
    Can’t git erlong wid er hog eye,
    Can’t git erlong wid er hog eye gal,
    An’ I can’t git erlong wid er hog eye.

Sont fo’ de doctah to fotch er to,
An’ he wus sump’n latah,
She stuck er tu’key bone ‘n’er eye,
‘N’ got choke to deaf on er tatah.
    Can’t git erlong wid er hog eye,
    Can’t git erlong wid er hog eye,
    Can’t git erlong wid er hog eye gal,
    An’ I can’t git erlong wid er hog eye.

…The master of the house, and generally the ladies, and some of the neighboring planters would assemble at a little distance and enjoy the corn-shucking and the wild songs quite as much as the negroes."