There are several mentions of songs with this title at The American Memory collection of the Library of Congress. I especially liked this one. Is is a parody of the Civil War song?

GOOSE HANGS HIGH

Now good folks I will sing you a song,
The tenor of my rhymes
Shall be a hit on the notions,
And a joke upon the times.
When things go well in these hard times.
The people loudly cry,
Everything is lovely and the goose hang's high.

There are the Politicians,
A class which I despise;
The Robbers of our Country,
And the shutters of our eyes;
They grasp you firmly by the hand,
And treat you on the sly,
Cause everything is lovely, and the goose hang's high.

But when they get elected
They assume a haughty air;
You can see them buzzing politics,
In Independence square.
And when you meet them in the street,
They rudely pass you by,
Cause everything is lovely, and the goose hang's high.

There are the female doctors,
A subject of my song,
They're getting rather plenty,
And they go it mighty strong.
They feel your pulse and test your lungs.
And tell you on the sly,
That everything is lovely and the goose hang's high.

And then there is the maiden,
The darling little dear,
Oh, when I get beside her,
It makes me feel quite queer.
She blushes and she hesitates,
And then she think's she'll try,
For everything is lovely, and the goose hang's high.

The wife and husband often fight,
And tear each others' clothes,
She pulls him by his wiskers,
And he jerks her by the nose.
But when bed time approaches,
They sneak off rather sly,
For everything is lovely, and the goose hang's high.

PUBLISHED BY DOYLE.