Found this rather sorry version, lifted from Dan Emmett's song, in Bodleian Library, Harding B 11(927), 1840-1866. Added for completeness. Printed in the British Isles, at Preston by John Harkness.

Ole Tan Tucker

Ole Tan Tucker cum to town one night,
He look around, and see a great sight;
De watchmen dey assemble round,
'Cause ole Tan Tucker hab come to town.

Cho.:
Gar out ob de way--gar out ob de way,
Gar out ob de way, ole Tan Tucker,
You um too late to come to supper.

Ole Tan Tucker him a nice ole man,
He ride on de hoss dey call Ole Bran;
It sent him missin' down de hill,
If he no get up him lie dere still.

Niggers far and near wud go
To hear him play on him ole banjo;
So he used to sit by de light ob de moon,
And fire away at de good ole tune.

Ole Tan Tucker cum home quite drunk,
Him fall in de fire and kick up a junk;
De charcoal get inside him shoe,
And lord gib you honey, how de ashes flew.

Dere was a man on a rail,
He pick him tooth wid de end ob him tail;
He pick it until he was not able,
Till his eyes were large as a kitchen table.

He cum to town to buy some goods,
He lost himself in a lot of woods;
Miss Sambo she look sad and woe,
And she wink at him wid her heel and toe.