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?`