The higher up the cherry tree, the riper grows the cherries,
The more you hug and kiss the girls, the sooner they will marry.
Fly around my pretty little miss, fly around my daisy,
Fly around my pretty little miss, you almost drive me crazy.
Coffee grows on white oak trees, the river flows with brandy.
If I had my pretty little miss, I'd feed her sugar candy.
Going to get some weevily wheat, I'm going to get some barley,
Going to get some weevily wheat, and bake a cake for Charlie.
Sixteen horses in my team, the leader he is blind,
I’m going down that rocky road, to see that gal of mine.
How’d you make you living now? Susan-anna gal,
Drinking whiskey and playing cards, Susan-anna gal.
I’m going to the western country, leavin you behind,
I’m going to the western country, leavin you behind.
I wish I was in the western country, settin' in a big armchair,
One arm around my whiskey jug, the other round my dear.
I went up on the mountain top and I gave my horn a blow,
Thought I heard my darling say, yonder comes my beau.
Once I had a pretty little gal, I brought her from the South,
Feet as big as running boards, and she would not shut her mouth.
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