Classic Poem

I wish I was an apple, a hangin' in the tree,
And ev'ry time my sweetheart passed, she'd take a bite of me.
She told me that she loved me, she called me sugar plum,
She throwed 'er arms around me, I thought my time had come.

Chorus
Get along home Cindy, Cindy, Get along home Cindy, Cindy,
Get along home Cindy, Cindy, I'll marry you sometime.

2

She took me to the parlor, she cooled me with her fan,
She swore that I's the purtiest thing in the shape of mortal man.
Oh where did you get your liquor, oh where did you get your dram?
I got it from a nigger, away down in Rockingham.
CHORUS : Get along home, etc.

3

Cindy got religion, she had it once before,
When she heard my old banjo, she 'uz the first one on the floor.
I wish I had a needle, as fine as I could sew,
I'd sew the girls to my coat tail, and down the road I'd go.
CHORUS : Get along home, etc.

4

Cindy in the springtime, Cindy in the fall,
If I can't have my Cindy girl, I'll have no girl at all.
Cindy went to the preachin', she swung around and around,
She got so full of glory, she knocked the preacher down.
CHORUS : Get along home, etc.