don’t ya tell henry lyrics – bob dylan

don’t ya tell henry,
apple’s got your fly.

i went down to the river on a sat*rday morn,
a-lookin’ around just to see who’s born.
i found a little chicken down on his knees,
i went up and yelled to him,
“please, please, please!”
he said, “don’t ya tell henry,
don’t ya tell henry,
don’t ya tell henry,
apple’s got your fly.”

i went down to the corner at a-half past ten,
i’s lookin’ around, i wouldn’t say when.
i looked down low, i looked above,
and who did i see but the one i love.
she said, “don’t ya tell henry,
don’t ya tell henry,
don’t ya tell henry,
apple’s got your fly.”

now, i went down to the beanery at half past twelve,
a-lookin’ around just to see myself.
i spotted a horse and a donkey, too,
i looked for a cow and i saw me a few.
they said, “don’t ya tell henry,
don’t ya tell henry,
don’t ya tell henry,
apple’s got your fly.”

now, i went down to the pumphouse the other night,
a-lookin’ around, it was outa sight.
i looked high and low for that big ol’ tree,
i did go upstairs but i didn’t see n*body but me.
i said, “don’t ya tell henry,
don’t ya tell henry,
don’t ya tell henry,
apple’s got your fly.”

/ bob dylan lyrics