Ian Dury apples

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Delilah the dancer from Soho
Was making her way down the lane
Simpson from Harrow
Had fruit on his barrow
He sold it for love and for gain
Simpson said, Hello, young woman
My Pippins are lovely today
Dont be suspicious"
"Of Golden Delicious"
"Whatever your granny might say"
There only apples, red and green
Apples, lovely, ripe and juicy and especially for you
Right off me barrow, me old cock sparrow
Apples, red and green
Delilah the dancer from Soho
Took ages to make up her mind
Simpson said, "Madam,"
"Youd know if youd ad em"
"That these are the very best kind"
"This is the pick of the orchard"
"Forgive me a figure of speech"
"But apples like these here"
"Just dont grow on trees, dear
And this one is really a peach
There only apples, red and green
Apples, lovely, ripe and juicy and especially for you
Right off my barrow, my old cock sparrow
Apples, red and green
Simpson picked out a green apple
He polished it up on his sleeve
He said, Do me a favour
And savour the flavour
Of what youre about to receive"
Delilah the dancer from Soho
Accepted his gift with a smile
She said, "It looks like a good un
Itll do for my pudden"
"Ill get round to it after a while
There only apples, red and green
Apples, lovely, ripe and juicy and especially for you
Right off my barrow, my old cock sparrow
Apples, red and green

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