June Apple

I wish I was a June apple, hanging on a tree
Every time my true love passed she’d take a little bite of me
I wish I was a June apple, hanging on a tree
Every time my true love passed she’d take a little bite of me (Oww!)

Now Polly she’s my pretty little girl, Polly she’s my baby
Polly she’s my pretty little girl, feed her on grits and gravy
Now Polly she’s my pretty little girl, Polly she’s my baby
Polly she’s my pretty little girl, feed her on grits and gravy

I fly around my pretty little miss, fly around my daisy
Fly around my pretty little miss, almost drives me crazy
I fly around my pretty little miss, fly around my daisy
Fly around my pretty little miss, almost drives me crazy

Now Polly she’s my pretty little girl, Polly she’s my baby
Polly she’s my pretty little girl, feed her on grits and gravy
Now Polly she’s my pretty little girl, Polly she’s my baby
Polly she’s my pretty little girl, feed her on grits and gravy