Old Roger is Dead and Rests in His Grave

Poor old Roger is dead and rests in his grave,
Wow! he rests in his grave.

The townspeople planted an apple tree right above his head,
Over, over his head;
The townspeople planted an apple tree right above his head,
Wow! right above his head.

Those apples became ripe and were ready to fall,
Ready to fall, oh so ready to fall,
Those apples became ripe and were ready to fall,
Wow! ready to fall.

An elderly woman came and picked all of the ripe delicious,
juicy red apples,
Picking them all,
picking them all;
An elderly woman came and picked all of the ripe delicious,
juicy red apples,
Wow! just picking them all.

Poor old Roger bounced up and give her a knock,
Gives her a knock, just gives her a knock;
This knock makes her bounce into the next century,
Wow! the next century.

Source: Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes
*This nursery rhyme has been re-worded. So that it can match what I think, is my authors writing style.