Don't ya tell Henry,
Apple's got your fly.

   E
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,
A
Don't ya tell Henry,
B7
Don't ya tell Henry,
 (nc)                    E
Apple's got your fly."


    E
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.
                 A
She said, "Don't ya tell Henry,
E
Don't ya tell Henry,
B
Don't ya tell Henry,
A  (nc)                E
Apple's got your fly."


                      E
Now, I went down to the beanery at half past twelve,

A-lookin' around just to see myself.
    A
I spotted a horse and a donkey, too,
   E
I looked for a cow and I saw me a few.
                   A
They said, "Don't ya tell Henry,
E
Don't ya tell Henry,
B
Don't ya tell Henry,
A  (nc)                E
Apple's got your fly."


             E
Now, I went down to the pumphouse the other night,

A-lookin' around, it was outa sight.
     A
I looked high and low for that big ol' tree,
       E
I did go upstairs but I didn't see nobody but me.
             A
I said, "Don't ya tell Henry,
E
Don't ya tell Henry,
B
Don't ya tell Henry,
A  (nc)                E
Apple's got your fly."


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