Could this rather innocent song be the ancestor of the double-entendre versions?

From the sheet music at The Library of Congress:


WINDING UP HER LITTLE BALL OF YARN.
Words, Earl Marble. Music, Polly Holmes.
Boston: White, Smith & Co., 1884.

1. It was many years ago,
With my youthful blood aglow,
I engaged to teach a simple district school.
I reviewed each college book,
And my city home forsook,
Sure that I could make a wise man from a fool.
Mr. School Committee Frye
Thought 'twould do no harm to try
To see if unruly scholars I could "larn;"
When his daughter I espied,
With her knitting by her side,
As she wound up her little ball of yarn.

2. I was gone on her at once,
For I wasn't quite a dunce,
And she was an apple-dumpling sort of girl.
With her tender eyes of blue,
Dimpled cheeks of rosy hue,
And her teeth as bright as shining rows of pearl.
Long before the school was done,
I the maid had wooed and won,
As we hunted eggs one morning in the barn.
When her work she laid aside,
Just to please me as I sighed,
And she wound up her little ball of yarn.

3. Oh, those times were long ago,
And my blood has not the flow
That it had in those sweet days of auld lang syne,
But I think of every charm
That endeared me to the farm
When the maid with all her knitting work was mine.
And as round the fire we sit
In these days when shadows flit,
And her trembling hands the stockings take to darn,
In my memory I live o'er
All those happy days of yore,
When she wound up her little ball of yarn.