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 you can sing it yourself, hee-haw, sing it yourself.