Oliver Cromwell  audio clip
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
song credits:
song arranged by Benjamin Britten
Geoffrey Parsons, piano
published by Boosey & Co. Ltd.
@1988 EMI Records Ltd.
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Sweet Polly Oliver X
The Trees They Grow So High X
The Ash Grove X
O Waly, Waly X
How Sweet The Answer X
The Plough Boy X
Voici Le Printemps X
The Last Rose Of Summer X
Le Belle Est Au Jardin D'amour X
Fileuse X
Dear Harp Of My Country X
Little Sir William X
O Can Ye Sew Cushions ? X
Oft In The Stilly Night X
Quand J'étais Chez Mon Père X
There's None To Soothe X
Oliver Cromwell X
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