These lyrics appear in a story called "Christmas in Cooney Camp," in Our Christmas in a Palace: a Traveller's Story by Edward Everett Hale (New York: Funk & Wagnalls Company, 1883), page 145:

'Twas up to Uncle Tracy's,
The fifth of November,
Last Thanksgiving night,
As I very well remember:
And there we had a frolic,
A frolic, indeed,
And drank several glasses
Of good anise-seed.

And there was Parson Holmes,
And there was Perez Drew,
And there was Seth Gilbert,
And Seth Thomas, too;
And there were too many,
Too many for to name,
And by and by I'll tell you how
We carried on the game.

We carried on the game
Till 'twas late in the night—
There was one pretty girl
And she lost her eye-sight.
No wonder—no wonder—
No wonder, indeed,
For she drank three full glasses
Of good anise-seed.

[The narrator describes hearing it sung. The narrative also includes lots of quoted dialogue, which leads me to believe it is probably fiction rather than a memoir. Furthermore, the volume has the following preface:]

THE admirable story of "Christmas in Cooney Camp," included in this volume, is kindly given me by my friend, Mr. Collingwood, who describes in it what he has seen and heard. It has never been published before. The other stories and sketches are my own.

EDWARD E. HALE.

Roxbury, Mass., Oct. 1, 1883.

[See Eward Everett Hale at Wikipedia, which says:]

Hale first came to notice as a writer in 1859, when he contributed the short story "My Double and How He Undid Me" to the Atlantic Monthly. He soon published other stories in the same periodical. The best known of these was "The Man Without a Country" (1863), which did much to strengthen the Union cause in the North, and in which, as in some of his other non-romantic tales, he employed a minute realism which led his readers to suppose the narrative a record of fact.