As I Was Going to Banbury

As I was going to Banbury
Rye-far-latter-dee-oh
As I was going to Banbury
I saw a line coddling apple tree
With a rye-far-latter-dee-oh
And when the apples began to fall
Rye-far-latter-dee-oh
And when the apples began to fall
I found five hundred men in all
With a rye-far-latter-dee-oh
And one of the men I saw was dead
Rye-far-latter-dee-oh
And one of the men I saw was dead
So I sent for a hatchet to open his head
With a rye-far-latter-dee-oh
And in his head I found a spring
Rye-far-latter-dee-oh
And in his head I found a spring
And seven young salmon are learning to sing
With a rye-far-latter-dee-oh
And one of the salmon as big as I
Rye-far-latter-dee-oh
And one of the salmon as big as I
Now do you think I am telling a lie?
With a rye-far-latter-dee-oh
And one of the salmon as big as an elf
Rye-far-latter-dee-oh
And one of the salmon as big as an elf
And if you want any more you must sing it yourself
With a rye-far-latter-dee-oh