Volume Ii Part 3 (2/2)

The apples are ripe and ready to fall, Hee, haw! ready to fall.

There came a high wind and blew them all off, Hee, haw! blew them all off.

There came an old woman to pick them all up, Hee, haw! pick them all up.

There came a little bird and gave her a tap, Hee, haw! gave her a tap.

Which made the old woman go hipperty hop, Hee, haw! hipperty hop.

-Tong, Shrops.h.i.+re (Miss Burne).

VI. Poor Johnnie is dead and he lies in his grave, Lies in his grave, lies in his grave; Poor Johnnie is dead and he lies in his grave, He-ho! lies in his grave.

They planted an apple tree over his head, Over his head, over his head; They planted an apple tree over his head, He-ho! over his head.

The apples got ripe and they all fell off, All fell off, all fell off; The apples got ripe and they all fell off, He-ho! all fell off.

Here comes an old woman a-picking them up, A-picking them up, a-picking them up; Here comes an old woman a-picking them up, He-ho! a-picking them up.

Poor Johnnie got up and gave her a thump, And gave her a thump, and gave her a thump; Poor Johnnie got up and gave her a thump, He-ho! gave her a thump.

He made the old woman go hippity-hop, Hippity-hop, hippity-hop!

He made the old woman go hippity-hop, He-ho! hippity-hop!

-Sporle, Norfolk (Miss Matthews).

VII. c.o.c.k Robin is dead and has gone to his grave; There grew on old apple tree over his head; The apples were ripe and ready to drop, O my, flippity flop!

There came an old woman to pick them all up, c.o.c.k Robin rose up and gave her a knock, And made the old woman go flippity flop!

O my, flippity flop!

-Deptford, Kent (Miss Chase).

VIII. Old Roger is dead and gone to his grave, H'm ha! gone to his grave.

They planted an apple tree over his head, H'm ha! over his head.

The apples were ripe and ready to fall, H'm ha! ready to fall.

There came an old woman and picked them all up, H'm ha! picked them all up.

Old Roger jumped up and gave her a knock, H'm ha! gave her a knock.

Which made the old woman go hippity hop, H'm ha! hippity hop!

-Bath, from a Nursemaid (A. B. Gomme).

IX. c.o.c.k Robin is dead and lies in his grave, Hum-ha! lies in his grave.

Place an old apple tree over his head, Hum-ha! over his head.

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