Don´t ya tell Henry
Apple´s got your fly

I went down to the river on a Saturday morn
A-lookin´ around just to see who´s born
I found 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”

I went down to the corner at a-half past ten
I´s lookin´ around, I wouldn´t say when
I looked down low, I looked above
And who did I see but the one I love
She said, “Don´t ya tell Henry
Don´t ya tell Henry
Don´t ya tell Henry
Apple´s got your fly”

Now, I went down to the beanery at half past twelve
A-lookin´ around just to see myself
I spotted a horse and a donkey, too
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”

Now, I went down to the pumphouse the other night
A-lookin´ around, it was outa sight
I looked high and low for that big ol´ tree
I did go upstairs but I didn´t see nobody but me
I said, “Don´t ya tell Henry
Don´t ya tell Henry
Don´t ya tell Henry
Apple´s got your fly”