Sarah Brightman - Oliver Cromwell Lyrics
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 your can sing it yourself,Hee-haw, sing it yourself.