Tekster: Bob Dylan. The Basement Tapes. Don't Ya Tell Henry.

Yes, I went down to the river on a Saturday morn
I was lookin' around just to see who is born
I found a little chicken, down on his knees
I went up and yelled to him, "Please, please, please"
She said, "Don't ya tell, Henry, don't ya tell, Henry
Don't ya tell, Henry, Apple's got your fly"

Yes, I went down to the beanery at half past twelve
I was lookin' around, just to see myself
I looked high an' low an' I looked above
But who did I see but the one I love
She said, "Now, don't ya tell, Henry, don't ya tell, Henry
Don't ya tell, Henry, Apple's got your fly"

Yeah, I went down to the [Incomprehensible] house the other night
I was lookin' around, I was outta sight
I looked at that horse an' a snoring mule
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"

Yeah, I went down to the river on a Saturday morn
I lookin' around just to see who was born
I found a little chicken, a-down on his knees
I went up and yelled to him, "Please, please, please"
She said, "Don't ya tell, Henry, don't ya tell Henry
Don't ya tell Henry, Apple's got your fly"