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.