This song was brought to the American folk revival by Bob (Fiddler) and Evelyn Beers and also Bob's sister, Janet, with her husband, Bill Boyer. -- The Boyer family ran a great music and folklore center plus a concert series in St. Louis. The Beers Family started the great Fox Hollow Folk Festival in New York State. (That's not to be confused with today's Fox Valley Folk Festival in Geneva, Illinois.) I was all set to write out these words to this song as they were sung by Janet Boyer with her daughter Susan Boyer Haley at the GREAT RIVER FOLK FESTIVAL in Lacrosse, Wisconsin -- 1978. You beat me to it.
BUT----now I see that these words are different than yours.

They all sang this version that came from Bob and Janet's Irish grandfather, George Sullivan, of North Freedom, Wisconsin.

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(Chorus)
Oh, it blew on the valley and it blew on the hill,
Blew 'til the sun and the moon stood still,
It blew down to hell 'til the devil got a chill,
It's the great high wind that blew the low post down.

Blew so hard it knocked the whiskers off the rye,
Blew so high it blew the buttons from the sky,
Th Lord looked down and hollered, "Well, well, why."
It's the great high wind that blew the low post down.

(Chorus)

Well, it blew away the eyes from a row of sweet potaters,
And it wrinkled up the skin on a flock of alligators,
And it blew away the kiss from a pair of osculators,
It's the great high wind that blew the low post down.

(Chorus)

Well, it stirred up the fire and it stirred up the soup,
Stirred up the hens in the little chicken coop,
And it lifted up the feathers and the rooster gave a "WHOOP",
It's the great high wind that blew the low post down.

(Chorus)

Well, the steeple rang out 'til it saved every pigeon,
It played out a tune on the bellows of the organ,
And the preacher cried out until the devil got religion,
It's a great high wind that blew the low post down.

(Art Thieme)