Oliver Cromwell
(专辑： The Trees They Grow So High - 1988)
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.
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