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 oldwoman 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 hippity hop
Hee haw, hippity hop
The saddle and bridle, they lay on the shelf
Hee haw, lay on the shelf
If you want any more, you can sing it yourself
Hee haw, sing it yourself!