Yonder comes the devil with his pitchfork and shovel,
He was digging up potatoes on the turnkipe road.
But the road it was so hard, he couldn't get 'em up,
So away ran the devil with his tail c***ed up
Who's that a-climbing up my old apple tree?
Bridget, my darling, I'm longing to see.
I'm not stealing apples, so I can explain:
The wind bloweth high and knocked 'em down
So I'm puttig 'em back again!
He was digging up potatoes on the turnkipe road.
But the road it was so hard, he couldn't get 'em up,
So away ran the devil with his tail c***ed up
Who's that a-climbing up my old apple tree?
Bridget, my darling, I'm longing to see.
I'm not stealing apples, so I can explain:
The wind bloweth high and knocked 'em down
So I'm puttig 'em back again!