Old Grumbler is Dead
Written by: Unknown, Copyright: Unknown
Old Grumbler is dead,
And he's laid in his grave,
Laid in his grave,
Laid in his grave.
Old Grumbler is dead,
And he's laid in his grave,
Laid in his grave, grave, grave.
There grew an old apple tree
Over his head,
Over his head,
Over his head.
There grew an old apple tree
Over his head,
Over his head, head, head.
There came a windstorm
And blew the apples all off,
Apples all off,
Apples all off.
There came a windstorm
And blew the apples all off,
Apples all off, off, off.
There came an old woman
To gather them up,
Gather them up,
Gather them up.
There came an old woman
To gather them up,
Gather them up, up, up.
Old Grumbler got up
And he gave her a kick,
Gave her a kick,
Gave her a kick.
Old Grumbler got up
And he gave her a kick,
Gave her a kick, kick, kick.
She hipped and she hopped
To the strawberry hill,
Strawberry hill,
Strawberry hill.
She hipped and she hopped
To the strawberry hill,
Strawberry hill, hill, hill.
If you want it any more,
You can sing it yourself,
Sing it yourself,
Sing it yourself.
If you want it any more,
You can sing it yourself,
Sing it yourself, self, self.
And he's laid in his grave,
Laid in his grave,
Laid in his grave.
Old Grumbler is dead,
And he's laid in his grave,
Laid in his grave, grave, grave.
There grew an old apple tree
Over his head,
Over his head,
Over his head.
There grew an old apple tree
Over his head,
Over his head, head, head.
There came a windstorm
And blew the apples all off,
Apples all off,
Apples all off.
There came a windstorm
And blew the apples all off,
Apples all off, off, off.
There came an old woman
To gather them up,
Gather them up,
Gather them up.
There came an old woman
To gather them up,
Gather them up, up, up.
Old Grumbler got up
And he gave her a kick,
Gave her a kick,
Gave her a kick.
Old Grumbler got up
And he gave her a kick,
Gave her a kick, kick, kick.
She hipped and she hopped
To the strawberry hill,
Strawberry hill,
Strawberry hill.
She hipped and she hopped
To the strawberry hill,
Strawberry hill, hill, hill.
If you want it any more,
You can sing it yourself,
Sing it yourself,
Sing it yourself.
If you want it any more,
You can sing it yourself,
Sing it yourself, self, self.