Oliver Cromwell lay buried and dead
Hee-haw buried and dead
They planted apple tree grew 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
Soon the old woman went hippity hop
Hee-haw hippity hop
If you want anymore you can sing it youself
Hee-haw sing it youself.
Chorus Song List
O, Music, Sweet Music
How Can I Keep From Singing?
