
Don’t
sit under the apple tree
with anyone else
but me
Don’t
sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me,
Anyone
else but me, anyone else but me
no,
no no.
Don’t
Sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me,
Till I come marching home.
Don’t
go walking down lover’s lane
With
anyone else but me, anyone else but me,
anyone else but me, no no no
Don’t
go walking down lover’s lane
With
anyone else but me, anyone else but me,
Till I come marching home.
Anyone
else but me, anyone else but me
no,
no no.
Don’t
Sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me,
Till
I come marching home.