Aside from The Pickled Jew, linked above, there appears to be at least one more song on the subject of pork fitted to this air: Old Enoch, noted here in western New York, 1841–56.

Funnily enough, Owd Enoch is the name of an unrelated poem (first published 1866?) by the nineteenth-century Lancashire dialect poet Edwin Waugh—and that too is fitted to Derry Down, along with at least one other poem of his, The Grindlestone.