Henrietta Pye - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
HENRIETTA PYE. Copyright, 1885, by Wm. A. Pond & Co. Words by Edward Harridan. ' Music by Dave Braham. 
My name is Henry Higgins, A simple country lad, My sweetheart I have lost her, All through her cruel dad; He was a wealthy baker, I was his 'prentice boy, Who loved his Henrietta, While in her pa's employ. 
, Chorus. "Oh, Henrietta! Henrietta! Henrietta Pye!" The little boys would holler out whenever she'd go by; And when her daddy ask for to know the reason why. They responded with the chorus of "O, Henry, eat a pie! 
Behind the baker's counter. Oh, bless the flow'ry place! When bending down for biscuits I met her face to face; Some boys looked in the window And shouted: "What a guy!" For kissing Henrietta, My Henrietta Pye.-Chorus. 
She held some ladies' fingers, Also a lemon pie. And when I kissed my darling They wasn't fit to buy, For there upon my bosom Was lemon juice, oh, my! From kissing Henrietta, My Henrietta Pye. - Chorus. 
Her daddy was a miser, But nimble as a fly, So when he saw the pastry He pasted up my eye; When black and blue and bleeding, I asked him why, oh, why? He said: "You are a glutton, -You, Henry, eat a pie. " -Chorus.