Hungerford, James. The Old Plantation, And What I Gathered There in an Autumn Month. New York: Harper & brothers, 1859, page 135.

Those joyous old-time tunes, "Old Zip Coon," "The Hog-eye Man," and "Old Potomac" followed, and the cotillion was concluded.

Naval songs, a collection of original selected and traditional sea songs. New York: Wm. A. Pond & Co, 1870s, page 129:

Oh, the hogeye men are all the go
When they do come from Callao
In a hogeye, railroad nigger in a hogeye,
Row the boat ashore in a hogeye,
All she wants's a hogeye man.

Waddell, Alfred M. Some Memories of My Life. Raleigh: Edwards & Broughton, 1908, page 29:

... seized the crank of the hurdy-gurdy violently and made the rafters ring with the tune of "The Hog-eye Man."

Lubbock, Basil. Deep Sea Warriors. New York: Dodd, Mead and Co, 1910, page 180:

This is a great chanty, but also, alas! an unprintable one. However, it has a rare chorus, which we thundered out with the enthusiasm of a band of schoolboys.

And a hog-eye*
Rare ole nigger wid his hog-eye.
Row de boat asho-er and a hog-eye — O!
She wants de hog-eye man.

We roared that chorus to the winds. We sent it whooping to the skies and ringing over the sparkling sea. We howled it into the great hollow of the mainsail, and banged it at the break of the poop, till it echoed back at us. It drew Dan from his pots and pans, and the crippled carpenter from his bench. It drew Arslan from his shady corner; and the Khalasi steward from his knives and forks. It set the very deck planks dancing under our feet.

Ah! but we were feeling fine. We pirouetted round that capstan like so many ballet-girls. We breasted those bars with the rollicking swagger of buccaneers. Our eyes glowed with the old rover's spirit. Our flushed faces showed the colour of gold 'neath the sun. Our bare arms and breasts shone with the sweat of our cheery labour. The blood raced through our veins like wine. We were happy — as sailors ever are when the sun breaks through after a storm.

*A hog-eye is an American river barge.

Hough, Emerson. The Way Out. New York: McKinlay & Mackenzie, 1918, page 263:

"As fer fiddlin' tunes, thar's so many I kain't hardly recollect. Thar was 'The Flowers of Edingburg' — I don't know whar that come from, but they says it's old, an' like enough come over the mountings. An' thar was 'The Deer Walk' — I don't know whar that come from neither. Then thar was 'The Hog-Eyed Man,' an' 'Jawbone,' an' 'The Puncheon Floor,' an' 'Jones's Still House,' an' 'Sugar in the Bowl,' an' 'Suds Over the Fence,' an' 'Turkey in the Straw' — didn't ye never hear none of them tunes, Ma'am?"