Dont Sit Under the Apple Tree With Anyone Else But Me
I wrote my mother, I wrote my father
And now I'm writing you, too
I'm sure of mother, I'm sure of father
And now I want to be sure
Very very sure of you

Don't sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me
With anyone else but me
With anyone else but me
No, no, no, don't sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me
Till I come marching home

I just got word from the guy who works
For the guy next door to me
The girl he met
Just loves to pet
And she'll fit you to a T
So don't sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me
Till I come marching home
Don't sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me
Anyone else but me
No, no, no, not a single soul but me
No, no, no, don't you sit