Art by John Millais, 1859

Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree

by the Andrews Sisters

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,
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 lovers' lane with anyone else but me,
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me, NO NO NO!
Don't go walking down lovers' lane with anyone else but me
Till I come marching home.

I just got word from a guy who heard
From the guy next door to me,
That a girl he met just loves to pet,
And it fits 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 any one else but me

 (With any one else but her ) NO NO NO!

Not a single sole but me NO NO NO!

Don't you sit under the apple tree 

With anyone else but me

Not till you see me,

Not until you see me marching home

Home Home Home  Home Sweet Home

Don't go walking down lovers' lane with anyone else but me,
(Anyone else but her)  NO NO NO!

Not a single sole but me, NO NO NO!

Don't you go walking down lovers' lane with anyone else but me

Not till you see me,

Not until you see me marching home

Home Home Home Sweet Home.

Just wait till I come marching home

So don't go walking down lovers' lane

No walking down lovers lane till you see me

when you see me marching home.

Then we'll go arm in arm, and
Sit down under the apple tree,
Baby, just you and me,
When I come marching home.

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