Byron Harlan recorded this song for various labels and media in the early 20th century. The first media was on 2 minute cylinder records. These limited the verses to the song. Later 4 minute cylinders and 78 RPM disc records allowed more verses. The first recording was in 1912. Link to SB cylinder preservation of this song.

http://cylinders.library.ucsb.edu/search.php?queryType=@attr%201=1016&query=dog&num=1&start=7&sortBy=&sortOrder=ia

They Gotta Quit Kickin' my Dawg Aroun' (Missouri Hound Song)
Byron Harlan, 1912

Once Me, Lem Briggs an' ol' Bill Brown
Took a load of corn to town;
And old Jim dawg, the ornery cuss,
He just naturally follered us.

Ev'ry time I come to town
The boys keep kickin' my dawg aroun';
Makes no diff'rence if he is a houn',
They gotta quit kickin' my dawg aroun'.

As we driv' past Sam Johnson's store
Passel of yaps came out the door;
When Jim he stops to smell a box
They shied at him a bunch of rocks.

Makes no diff'rence if he is a houn',
They gotta quit kickin' my dawg aroun'.

They tied a tin can to his tail
An' run him a-past the county jail;
And that plum naturally makes me sore,
And Lem he cussed, an' Bill he swore.

Folks say a dog can't hold no grudge.
But once when I got too much budge;
Them town ducks tried to do me up,
But they didn't count on old Jim pup.

Ev'ry time I come to town
The boys keep kickin' my dawg aroun';
Makes no diff'rence if he is a houn',
They gotta quit kickin' my dawg aroun'.

Jim see'd his duty thar an' then,
And he lit into them gentlemen;
And he shore mussed up the court-house squa'w (square)
With rags an' meat an' hide an' ha'w (hair).

Every time I come to town
The boys keep kickin' my dawg aroun';
Makes no difference if he is a houn',
They gotta quit kickin' my dawg aroun