Don¡¯t ya tell Henry
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Apple¡¯s got your fly
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I went down to the river on a Saturday morn
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A-lookin¡¯ around just to see who¡¯s born
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I found a little chicken down on his knees
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I went up and yelled to him, ¡°Please, please, please!¡±
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He said, ¡°Don¡¯t ya tell Henry
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Don¡¯t ya tell Henry
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Don¡¯t ya tell Henry
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Apple¡¯s got your fly¡±
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I went down to the corner at a-half past ten
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I¡¯s lookin¡¯ around, I wouldn¡¯t say when
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I looked down low, I looked above
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And who did I see but the one I love
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She said, ¡°Don¡¯t ya tell Henry
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Don¡¯t ya tell Henry
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Don¡¯t ya tell Henry
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Apple¡¯s got your fly¡±
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Now, I went down to the beanery at half past twelve
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A-lookin¡¯ around just to see myself
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I spotted a horse and a donkey, too
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I looked for a cow and I saw me a few
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They said, ¡°Don¡¯t ya tell Henry
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Don¡¯t ya tell Henry
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Don¡¯t ya tell Henry
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Apple¡¯s got your fly¡±
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Now, I went down to the pumphouse the other night
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A-lookin¡¯ around, it was outa sight
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I looked high and low for that big ol¡¯ tree
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I did go upstairs but I didn¡¯t see nobody but me
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I said, ¡°Don¡¯t ya tell Henry
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Don¡¯t ya tell Henry
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Don¡¯t ya tell Henry
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Apple¡¯s got your fly¡±
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Don'cha Tell Henry
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| Bob Dylan |
