Sadly, I don't see some of the verses I used to sing, some borrowed from sister songs:

If I had a scolding wife,
Sure as you are born,
I'd tote her down to New Orleans,
Trade her off for corn.

Love it is a killing thing,
Beauty is a blossom;
If you wants your finger bit,
Poke it at a possum.

I'm gonna get some sticks and stones,
Build my chimney higher,
So when that ol' tom cat comes by,
He can't put out my fire.

Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
To treat me so discourteously,
For I have lingered, oh, so long,
Delighting in your company.

Cheerily,
Charley Noble