The James T. Callow Folklore Archive

Song: Cindy

I wish I was an apple, a hanging on the tree, and every time my Sweetheart passed, she'd take a bite of me.
She told me that she loved me
She called me Sugar Plum,
She throwed 'er arms around me --
I thought my time had come.

Chorus:
Git along home Cindy, Cindy
Git along home Cindy, Cindy
I marry you someday.

Data entry tech comment:

Informant and collector share the same surname.

Where learned: MICHIGAN ; DETROIT