Apples

Delilah the dancer from Soho

Was making her way down the lane

Simpson from Harrow

Had fruit on his barrow

He sold it for love and for gain

Simpson said, "Hello, young woman"

"My Pippins are lovely today"

"Don't be suspicious"

"Of Golden Delicious"

"Whatever your granny might say"

There only apples, red and green

Apples, lovely, ripe and juicy and especially for you

Right off me barrow, me old cock sparrow

Apples, red and green

Delilah the dancer from Soho

Took ages to make up her mind

Simpson said, "Madam,"

"You'd know if you'd 'ad 'em"

"That these are the very best kind"

"This is the pick of the orchard"

"Forgive me a figure of speech"

"But apples like these here"

"Just don't grow on trees, dear"

"And this one is really a peach"

There only apples, red and green

Apples, lovely, ripe and juicy and especially for you

Right off my barrow, my old cock sparrow

Apples, red and green

Simpson picked out a green apple

He polished it up on his sleeve

He said, "Do me a favour"

"And savour the flavour"

"Of what you're about to receive"

Delilah the dancer from Soho

Accepted his gift with a smile

She said, "It looks like a good 'un"

"It'll do for my pudden"

"I'll get round to it after a while"

There only apples, red and green

Apples, lovely, ripe and juicy and especially for you

Right off my barrow, my old cock sparrow

Apples, red and green