A few late-collected verses from Vance Randolph, Ozark Folksongs, vol. 3 (revision) pp. 385-386.

Had an old horse, his name was Ball,
Hitched him up but he wouldn't pull at all.

Cho.
Hey jim-along, jim-along Josie,
Hey, jim-along, jim-along Jo.

Swung my hick'ry an' Ball he sprung
We bid fare-thee-well to the wagon tongue.

Fire in the mountain, fun, boys, fun,
Cat's in the cream jug, run, gals, run.

Hogs in the 'tater patch, that I know,
Cows in the cornfield told me so.

First to the white house, then to the jail,
Tore my pants on a rusty nail.

Old dog Towser standin' on the gate,
Smelled meat a-fryin' an' he said he couldn't wait.

1926, Mrs Elizabeth Typer, Arkansas.

Ducks in the mill pond, geese in the clover,
Tell them pretty gals I'm a-comin' over.
How you gittin' 'long, gittin' 'long, Josie?
How you gittin' 'long, gittin' 'long, Jo?

1928, Clyde Sharp, MO