OK, here is the version I've been listening to, as sung by ex-lumberman Ezra "Fuzzy" Barhight to folklorist Ellen Stekert in 1956:

I got up last Monday morning just half past five
I thought it was quite lucky for I found myself alive
I harnessed up my horses my labor to pursue
So I went to hauling wood as I used for to do

The alehouse being open and the liquor it being free
As fast I emptied one glass another was filled for me
I didnt haul but one load when I used for to haul four
For I stayed so long in Stonedam* I couldnt haul no more

Well I met with my companion his name I will not tell
He told me that night where there was to be a ball
I was hard to persuade but at length I did agree
That I'd meet him that night where the fiddler was to be

Well my father followed after me the neighbors so they say
He must have had a pirate (pilot?) r he never'd have found his way
He peeked in every crack and corner where he could spy a light
Till his locks were all wet with the dews of the night

We had got on the floor, four of us to take a dance
......................... (no second line)
And the fiddler being willing and his arm it being strong
Played the Ground of Old Ireland(?) for four hours long

Now daylight is a dawning and we have danced enough
We'll spend one half an hour just a getting cash for Cuff
We'll go home to our plough boy we'll whistle and we'll sing
And we never will be catched in such a scrape again

One more thing I'll have to say before I go away
I hope you all will hear me and listen to what I say
Just when you'll hear of another ball I'll pray you'll let me know
For I'm just as good a fiddler as ever drawed the bow
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Barhight concludes by saying "sung by Etta Jones and Billy Murray!" (perhaps two folks in the lumbercamps? popular singers of the day?).

* Ellen Stekert asks him about the location - Stonedam - after the song, and he claims that it lies near Wellsville NY in Allegany County, NY near where he used to lumber