June Apple
Traditional Appalachian fiddle tune
Rights: public-domain-us

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Verse:
Wish I was a June apple,
Hanging on that tree,
Every time my true love passed,
She'd take a little bite of me.

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Verse:
Charlie he's a nice young man,
Charlie he's a dandy;
Charlie he's a nice young man,
Feeds the girls on can-dy.

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Verse:
Over the river to feed my sheep,
Over the river, Charlie;
Over the river to feed my sheep,
Feed'n them on that bar-ley.

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Verse:
I wish I had some sticks and poles,
To build my chimney higher;
'Cause every time it rains and snows,
It puts out all my fire.

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Verse:
Wish I was a June apple,
Hanging on that tree,
Every time my true love passed,
She'd take a little bite of me.