No. 37 Old Grimes
Old Grimes is dead and in his grave laid,
In his grave, in his grave, in his grave laid—
O aye O!
There grew up an apple-tree over his head—
The apples were ripe and ready to fall—
Then came an old woman a-picking them up—
Old Grimes got up and gave her a kick—
And made her go hobbledy, hobbledy, hip—
The bridles and saddles they hang on the shelf—
And if you want any more you must sing it yourself—
O aye O!
New York streets.
A friend informs us that he has often heard the words of this unintelligible round sung as a “shanty,” or song used by sailors at their work, with the chorus, yeo heave-ho! In Cambridge, Mass., the name of the deceased was “Old Cromwell.” We have also a version of half a century since, beginning,
Jemmy and Nancy went up to Whitehall,
Jemmy fell sick among them all.