Here's another slightly dirty version by Will Starks of Clarksdale, Mississippi, sung 1942 (click). My transcription below:

DIDN'T HE RAMBLE

The man had a little ram, his name was Ida Joe
Every wrinkle around his horn measured forty miles or more

CHORUS
Didn't he ramble, didn't he ramble
Didn't he ramble til the man cut him down

The hair on that ram's back growed and touched the sky
The eagle's built his nest for to hear the young ones cry

CHORUS

The ram had four horns, two of them was brass
Two come out of his forhead, and the other two out his -- ham

CHORUS

The scale the ram was weighed upon covered an acre of ground
When they rolled that ram on there, they almost broke him down

CHORUS

The man that slayed the ram was in danger of his life
He sent down to St. Louis for a four foot butcher's knife

CHORUS ("...til that butcher cut him down")

Says the butcher to the ram, stood waist deep in the blood
The little boy that held his feet got drownded in the flood

CHORUS

Says his head lay in the market house, and his feet out on the street
Three young girls come walking by, said "don't them nuts look sweet?"

CHORUS

He rambled on the waterside, he rambled on the land
But when he went to the butcher pen, there he met his man

CHORUS

This ram went up to his mother with his tail all in a quirl
Said "bear away from me you son-of-a-bitch, I brought you into this world"