Cindy

Traditional

You ought to see my cindy

She lives away down south

She's so sweet the honey bees

Swarm around her mouth

Get along home, Cindy, Cindy

Get along home, Cindy, Cindy

Get along home, Cindy, Cindy

I'll marry you some day

I wish I was an apple

A-hanging from a tree

And every time that Cindy passed

She'd take a bite of me

She told me that she loved me

She called me sugar plum

She throwed her arms around me

I thought my time had come

Cindy is a pretty girl

Cindy is a peach

Threw her arms around my neck

& hung on like a leach

She took me in the parlour

She cooled me with her fan

She swore that I was the prettiest thing

In the shape of mortal man

Cindy got religion

She went preaching round the town

She got so full of glory

Her stockings did come down

Cindy in the summertime

Cindy in the fall

If I can’t have my Cindy gal

I don’t want no girl at all