don´t ya tell henry,
apple´s got your fly.

e
i went down to the river on a saturday morn,

a-lookin´ around just to see who´s born.

i found a little chicken down on his knees,

i went up and yelled to him,"please, please, please!"

he said, "don´t ya tell henry,
a
don´t ya tell henry,
b7
don´t ya tell henry,
(n.c.) e (turnaround)
apple´s got your fly."

e
i went down to the corner at a-half past ten,

i´s lookin´ around, i wouldn´t say when.

i looked down low, i looked above,

and who did i see but the one i love.
a
she said, "don´t ya tell henry,
e
don´t ya tell henry,
b
don´t ya tell henry,
a (n.c.) e
apple´s got your fly."

e
now, i went down to the beanery at half past twelve,

a-lookin´ around just to see myself.
a
i spotted a horse and a donkey, too,
e
i looked for a cow and i saw me a few.
a
they said, "don´t ya tell henry,
e
don´t ya tell henry,
b
don´t ya tell henry,
a (n.c.) e
apple´s got your fly."

now, i went down to the pumphouse the other night,
a-lookin´ around, it was outa sight.
i looked high and low for that big ol´ tree,
i did go upstairs but i didn´t see nobody but me.
i said, "don´t ya tell henry,
don´t ya tell henry,
don´t ya tell henry,
apple´s got your fly."