Old Rogers Nursery Rhyme

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 apple grew ripe and ready to drop,
H’m, ha! ready to drop

There came a high wind and blew them all off,
H’m, ha! blew them all off

There came and old woman to pick them all up.
H’m, ha! pick them all up.

Old Roger got up and have her a knock,
H’m, ha! gave her a knock.


Which made the old woman go hipperty-hop,
H’m, ha! hipperty hop.