Here's one my grandpa sang to me in rural Maine that I haven't found on the web anywhere. You can tell somewhat how old it is from the phrase "new repeal beer" but I'd like any additional lyrics anyone knows.

Oh, my grampappy's nose is as red as a rose
which comes from drinking New Repeal beer
Flies follow him where'e'r he goes
and roost in the whiskers of his ears.

Oh he spits tobacco juice, chompety chomp, chompety chomp
and he spatters it around on the floor
He will take another chew, chompety comp, pi-too
and he hasn't missed a fly in a score.

Oh my grampappy's beard is like a berry bush
and he wears big patches on his pants.
It's a darn good thing that he don't never stoop
or grampa would take an awful chance.

Oh he spits tobacco juice, chompety chomp, chompety chomp
and he spatters it around on the floor
He will take another chew, chompety comp, pi-too
and he hasn't missed a fly in a score.