Oliver Cromwell - Sarah Brightman (莎拉·布莱曼)

Written by：tradbritten benjamin

Oliver cromwell lay buried and dead

Hee haw buried and dead

There grew an old apple tree over his head

Hee haw over his head

The apples were ripe and ready to fall

Hee haw ready to fall

There came an old woman to gather them all

Hee haw gather them all

Oliver rose and gave her a drop

Hee haw gave her a drop

Which made the old woman go hippety hop

Hee haw hippety hop

The saddle and bridle they lie on the shelf

Hee haw lie on the shelf

If you want any more your can sing it yourself

Hee haw sing it yourself