Lyrics:

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,

(n.c.) e (turnaround)

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 (n.c.) 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 (n.c.) e

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.'