My grandfather Otto Brewer, b. around 1870 used to bounce us on his knee as he sat on the front porch and sang
         Oh, there was an old soldier and he had a wooden leg
         He never had tobacco and tobacco he would beg.
         There was another soldier just as cunnin' as a fox
         And he always had tobacco in his old tobacco box.
         Bump diddy ah dah, bump bump.
Then he would spit out his chaw precisely in a spittoon he kept nearby, NEVER missing, and we would laugh and beg him to "Do it
again!"
I am 72 years old and it is a vivid memory. --Judy W.