Don't ya tell Henry

Yes, I went down to the river on a Saturday morn

A-looking around just to see who was born

I spied a little chicken down on his knees

I went up and yelled to him

“Please, please, please!”

He said, “Don’t ya tell Henry

Don’t ya tell Henry

Don’t ya tell Henry

Apple’s got your fly”

Yes, I went down to the beanery at half past twelve

I’s lookin’ around, just to see myself

I looked high and low, and I looked up above

And who did I see but the one that I love

She said, “Now don’t ya tell Henry

Don’t ya tell Henry

Don’t ya tell Henry

Apple’s got your fly”

Yeah, I went down to the whorehouse the other night

A-looking’ around I was out of sight

I looked at a horse and I saw a mule

I looked for a cow and I saw me a few

They said, “Don’t ya tell Henry

Don’t ya tell Henry

Don’t ya tell Henry

Apple’s got your fly”

Yeah, I went down to the river on a Saturday morn

A-looking around just to see who was born

I saw a little chicken, a-down on his knees

I went up and yelled to him

“Please, please, please!”

He said, “Don’t ya tell Henry

Don’t ya tell Henry

Don’t ya tell Henry

Apple’s got your fly”