There is an old song (I think it's a play party song) about an apple tree. England: Oliver Cromwell is buried and dead
      Ireland: Sir Roger is dead and he's laid in his grave
      Nellie Galt Mulberry Hill
      We sing: Old Crump's dead and in his grave
All versions I know have (roughly) "There grew an old apple tree over his head.... Apples were ripe and ready to fall... There came an old ___ to gather them all"