Lyrics:

Well, I went down to the river on a Saturday morn
A-lookin’ around just to see who’s born
I spied 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”

Yes, I went down to the beanery at half past twelve
I’s lookin’ around just to see myself
I looked high and low, I looked up above
Well, who did I see but the one I love

She said, “Now, don’t ya tell Henry
Don’t ya tell Henry
Don’t ya tell Henry
Apple’s got your fly”


Yeah, I went down to the whorehouse the other night
I was lookin' around, I was outta sight
I looked at a horse and I saw a mule
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”

Yeah, I went down to the river on a Saturday morn
A-lookin’ around just to see who’s born
I saw 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”