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OLD GRUMBLE IS DEAD (OLD BUMPY; OLD GRUMBLER) Sung by: Bonnie (Mrs. James) McGaughy Recorded in Pine Bluff, AR 11/10/62 Click here to listen to the original recording And he's laid in his grave, Laid in his grave, Laid in his grave. Old Grumble 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 Grumble got up And he gave her a kick, Gave her a kick, Gave her a kick. Old Grumble 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. (Mrs. McGaughy: "My grandmother from Sebronville (?), Ontario, sang that to us. I don't know where it came from.") Also found in Randolph, Vol. III, #569, "Old Bumpy"; Belden, p. 509, "Old Grumbler." |
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