You ought to see my Cindy,
She lives a-way down South,
And she's so sweet the honey bees
All swarm around her mouth

Get along home, Cindy, Cindy
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy
I'll marry you someday

The first time that I saw her
She was standin' in the door,
Her shoes and stockings in her hand,
Her feet all over the floor

Get along home, Cindy, Cindy
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy
I'll marry you someday

I wish I was an apple
A-hangin' on a tree,
And every time my Cindy passed,
She'd take a bite of me

Get along home, Cindy, Cindy
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy
I'll marry you someday

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