oliver cromwell

oliver cromwell lay buried and dead

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buried and dead

there grew an old apple-tree over his head

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over his head. the apples were ripe and ready to fall

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ready to fall

there came an old woman to gather them all

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gather them all. oliver rose and gave her a drop

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gave her a drop

which made the old woman go hippety hop

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hippety hop. the saddle and bridle

they lie on the shelf

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lie on the shelf

if you want any more your can sing it yourself

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sing it yourself.