One, two, three, four?.
I wish I was an apple, a-hangin' on a tree and every time my
Cindy passed, she'd take a bite of me.

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Get along, home, Cindy, Cindy, get along home. Get along home,
Cindy, Cindy, I'll marry you some time.

Cindy got religion. She had it once before but when she heard my
ole banjo, she's the first one on the floor.

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She told me that she loved me. She called me "sugar
plum." She throwed her arms around me. I thought my time
had come!

Get along home, Cindy, Cindy, get along home. Get along home,
Cindy, Cindy, I'll marry you some time. Get along home.

Wished I had a dollar. Wished I had a dime. I'd buy a jar of
cider and stay happy all the time.

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The last time I saw Cindy she had a funny look. She opened her
mouth and then she said, "Ya'll sign my autograph
book?"

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