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-Bath (A. B. Gomme).
I. Old Rogers is dead and is laid in his grave, Laid in his grave, Laid in his grave; Old Rogers is dead and is laid in his grave, He, hi! laid in his grave.
There grew an old apple tree over his head, Over his head, Over his head; There grew an old apple tree over his head, He, hi! over his head.
The apples grew ripe, and they all fell off, They all fell off, They all fell off; The apples grew ripe, and they all fell off, He, hi! they all fell off.
There came an old woman a-picking them up, Picking them up, Picking them up; There came an old woman a-picking them up, He, hi! picking them up.
Old Rogers jumps up and he gives her a knock, Gives her a knock, Gives her a knock; Old Rogers jumps up and he gives her a knock, He, hi! gives her a knock.
He makes the old woman go hipperty hop, Hipperty hop, Hipperty hop; He makes the old woman go hipperty hop, He, hi! hipperty hop.
-Earls Heaton, Yorks. (Herbert Hardy).
II. Old Roger is dead, and lies in his grave, um, ah! lies in his grave; There grew an old apple tree over his head, um, ah! over his head.
The apples are ripe and ready to drop, um, ah! ready to drop; There came an old woman, picking them up.
-Hanbury, Staffs. (Miss Edith Hollis).
III. Sir Roger is dead and is low in his grave, Is low in his grave, is low in his grave; Sir Roger is dead and is low in his grave, Hey hie! is low in his grave.
They planted an apple tree over his head, Over his head, over his head; They planted an apple tree over his head, Hey hie! over his head.
When they grew ripe they all fell off, All fell off, all fell off; When they grew ripe they all fell off, Hey hie! all fell off.
There came an old woman and gathered them up, Gathered them up, gathered them up; There came an old woman and gathered them up, Hey hie! gathered them up.
Sir Roger got up and gave her a nudge, Gave her a nudge, gave her a nudge; Sir Roger got up and gave her a nudge, Hey hie! gave her a nudge.
Which made her go off with a skip and a hop, With a skip and a hop, with a skip and a hop; Which made her go off with a skip and a hop, Hey hie! with a skip and a hop.
-Ordsall, Nottinghamshire (Miss Matthews).
IV. Sir Roger is dead and he's laid in his grave, Laid in his grave, laid in his grave; Sir Roger is dead and he's laid in his grave, Heigh-ho! laid in his grave.
There grew a fine apple tree over his head, Over his head, over his head; There grew a fine apple tree over his head, Heigh-ho! over his head.
The apples were ripe and they all fell off, All fell off, all fell off; The apples were ripe and they all fell off, Heigh-ho! all fell off.
There came an old woman and picked them all up, Picked them all up, picked them all up; There came an old woman and picked them all up, Heigh-ho! picked them all up.
Sir Roger jumped up and he gave her a push, Gave her a push, gave her a push; Sir Roger jumped up and he gave her a push, Heigh-ho! gave her a push.
Which made the old woman go hickety-hock, Hickety-hock, hickety-hock; Which made the old woman go hickety-hock, Heigh-ho! hickety-hock.
-Brigg, Lincolnshire (Miss J. Barker).
V. Sir Roger is dead and laid in his grave, Hee, haw! laid in his grave.
They planted an apple tree over his head, Hee, haw! over his head.
The apples are ripe and ready to fall, Hee, haw! ready to fall.
There came a high wind and blew them all off, Hee, haw! blew them all off.
There came an old woman to pick them all up, Hee, haw! pick them all up.
There came a little bird and gave her a tap, Hee, haw! gave her a tap.
Which made the old woman go hipperty hop, Hee, haw! hipperty hop.
-Tong, Shropshire (Miss Burne).
VI. Poor Johnnie is dead and he lies in his grave, Lies in his grave, lies in his grave; Poor Johnnie is dead and he lies in his grave, He-ho! lies in his grave.
They planted an apple tree over his head, Over his head, over his head; They planted an apple tree over his head, He-ho! over his head.
The apples got ripe and they all fell off, All fell off, all fell off; The apples got ripe and they all fell off, He-ho! all fell off.
Here comes an old woman a-picking them up, A-picking them up, a-picking them up; Here comes an old woman a-picking them up, He-ho! a-picking them up.
Poor Johnnie got up and gave her a thump, And gave her a thump, and gave her a thump; Poor Johnnie got up and gave her a thump, He-ho! gave her a thump.
He made the old woman go hippity-hop, Hippity-hop, hippity-hop!
He made the old woman go hippity-hop, He-ho! hippity-hop!
-Sporle, Norfolk (Miss Matthews).
VII. c.o.c.k Robin is dead and has gone to his grave; There grew on old apple tree over his head; The apples were ripe and ready to drop, O my, flippity flop!
There came an old woman to pick them all up, c.o.c.k Robin rose up and gave her a knock, And made the old woman go flippity flop!
O my, flippity flop!
-Deptford, Kent (Miss Chase).
VIII. Old Roger is dead and gone to his grave, H'm ha! gone to his grave.
They planted an apple tree over his head, H'm ha! over his head.
The apples were ripe and ready to fall, H'm ha! ready to fall.
There came an old woman and picked them all up, H'm ha! picked them all up.
Old Roger jumped up and gave her a knock, H'm ha! gave her a knock.
Which made the old woman go hippity hop, H'm ha! hippity hop!
-Bath, from a Nursemaid (A. B. Gomme).
IX. c.o.c.k Robin is dead and lies in his grave, Hum-ha! lies in his grave.
Place an old apple tree over his head, Hum-ha! over his head.