SOUTHERN MOUNTAIN SONG.

In the merry month of May,
When the dogs begin to play,
And the roosters chase the hens around the barn,
Says the jenny to the jack,
"Climb onto my back,
And we'll wind up that little ball of yarn."

Oh, I went down into the town,
And started lookin' round,
And I seen a gal that made my balls to yearn,
So I says "Come with me,
And we'll lie 'neath yonder tree,
And we'll wind up that little ball of yarn."

ca 1926. The Hubert L. Canfield Collection, page 203 of the scanned MSS.

This is a superlative bawdy songs and poem collection collected by
Hubert L. Canfield, Pittsford, New York. Dated 1925-1926, this
extensive collection is comparable to Gordon "Inferno" Collection
at the Library of Congress.

See online here:

https://archive.org/details/1926canfieldcollection/page/48/mode/1up?q=yarn