Oliver Cromwell Lyrics - Sarah Brightman

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. 

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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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