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.
                      (knocking)
                   Who's that knockin' at my door?
NELLIE:       'Tis your little Nellie; don't you love me no more?
FARMER:    Whar's that actor feller called ya honey?
                     Did he send you away when you ast him fer money?
NELLIE:       He warn't no actor, and he lied with ease -
                   Got more wimmen than a dog has fleas.
                   He left me the night I was mosssst ferlorn.
                   The very next morn, little Doomie was born.
FARMER:    That thar Doomie?
NELLIE:       Tain't nairn other.
FARMER:      He's the very spittin' image of yer dear daid mother.
                      Well, you cain't stay here with that there child.
NELLIE:       Father, dear, Father, dear, you're drivin' me wild!
(Door is knocked open)
VILLAIN:       Har de har, you sad little mouse. You and your pa'll have to leave this house.
                   And I'll take Doomie, or I'll do ye harm, 'cause I've got the mortgage on the gosh-darn farm!
NELLIE:       Myyyy Doomie!
VILLAIN:      Myyyy Doomie!
NELLIE:       Myyyy Doomie!
VILLAIN:      Myyyy Doomie!
(Sheriff enters)
SHERIFF:      What's goin' on here, come and tell.
FARMER:      He ain't done me right by my little Nell.
SHERIFF:      Wrecked yore farm and stole yore dotter.
                   That oughtta be about a dollar and a quarter.
ALL:             Just to show the price of sin, come back tomorrow and we'll do it agin.!