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OLD ROGER IS DEAD 19
V. Sir Roger is dead and laid in his grave,
Hee, haw! laid in his grave. They planted an apple tree over his head,
Hee, haw ! over his head. The apples are ripe and ready to fall,
Hee, haw ! ready to fall. There came a high wind and blew them all off,
Hee, haw! blew them all off. There came an old woman to pick them all up,
Hee, haw! pick them all up. There came a little bird and gave her a tap,
Hee, haw ! gave her a tap. Which made the old woman go hipperty hop,
Hee, haw ! hipperty hop.
—Tong, Shropshire (Miss Burne).
VI. Poor Johnnie is dead and he lies in his grave, Lies in his grave, lies in his grave; Poor Johnnie is dead and he lies in his grave, He-ho ! lies in his grave.
They planted an apple tree over his head, Over his head, over his head; They planted an apple tree over his head, He-ho! over his head.
The apples got ripe and they all fell off, All fell off, all fell off; The apples got ripe and they all fell off, He-ho ! all fell off.
Here comes an old woman a-picking them up, A-picking them up, a-picking them up; Here comes an old woman a-picking them up, He-ho ! a-picking them up.
Poor Johnnie got up and gave her a thump, And gave her a thump, and gave her a thump; Poor Johnnie got up and gave her a thump, He-ho ! gave her a thump. |
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