| Lyrics: | Oliver Cromwell lay buried and dead,
Hee-haw, buried and dead,
There grew an old
apple-tree over his head,
Hee-haw, over his head.
The apples were ripe and ready to
fall,
Hee-haw, ready to fall,
There came an old woman to gather them all,
Hee-haw,
gather them all.
Oliver rose and gave her a drop,
Hee-haw, gave her a
drop,
Which made the old woman go hippety hop,
Hee-haw, hippety hop.
The
saddle and bridle, they lie on the shelf,
Hee-haw, lie on the shelf,
If you want any more
your can sing it yourself,
Hee-haw, sing it yourself |
