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Yes, I went down to the river on a Saturday morn
A-looking around just to see who was born
I spied a little chicken down on his knees
I went up and yelled to him, “Please, please, please!”
He said, “Don’t ya tell Henry
Don’t ya tell Henry
Don’t ya tell Henry
Apple’s got your fly”
Yes, I went down to the beanery at half past twelve
I’s lookin’ around, just to see myself
I looked high and low, and I looked up above
And who did I see but the one that I love
She said, “Now don’t ya tell Henry
Don’t ya tell Henry
Don’t ya tell Henry
Apple’s got your fly”
Yeah, I went down to the whorehouse the other night
A-looking’ around I was out of sight
I looked at a horse and I saw a mule
I looked for a cow and I saw me a few
They said, “Don’t ya tell Henry
Don’t ya tell Henry
Don’t ya tell Henry
Apple’s got your fly”
Yeah, I went down to the river on a Saturday morn
A-looking around just to see who was born
I saw a little chicken, a-down on his knees
I went up and yelled to him, “Please, please, please!”
He said, “Don’t ya tell Henry
Don’t ya tell Henry
Don’t ya tell Henry
Apple’s got your fly”
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