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 |
