Learned at Camp Dixie (north Georgia) in 1950:
FARMER: 'Twas a dark and stormy night when my Nellie went away,
And I never will fergit it 'til my dyin' day.
She was sweet sixteen, the village queen -
Purtiest little gal you ever seen.
The farm ain't the same since my Nellie went away -
The rooster up and died and the hens won't lay.
The cat ran away and the mice are in the wheat.
The dog just whines and the hog won't eat.
(knocking)
Who's that knockin' on my door?

'Tis your little Nellie; don't you love me no more?

Whar's that actor feller called ya honey?
Did he send you away when you ast him fer money?

He left me the night I was mosssst ferlorn.
The very next morn, little Doomie was born.

That thar Doomie?

Tain't nairn other.

He's the very spittin' image of yer dear dead mother.
Well, you cain't stay here with that there child.

Father, dear, Father, dear, you're drivin' me wild!