Poem by Anonymous

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Old Roger is dead and laid in his grave,
Laid in his grave, laid in his grave;
Old Roger is dead and laid in his grave,
H’m ha! laid 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,
H’m ha! over his head.

The apples grew ripe and ready to fall,
Ready to fall, ready to fall;
The apples grew ripe and ready to fall,
H’m ha! ready to fall.

There came an old woman a-picking them all,
A-picking them all, a-picking them all;
There came an old woman a-picking them all,
H’m ha! picking them all.

Old Roger jumps up and gives her a knock,
Gives her a knock, gives her a knock;
Which makes the old woman go hipperty-hop,
H’m ha! Hippertry-hop.

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