🎵 Don’t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me, ’til I come marching home 🎵
🎵 Don’t go walking down lovers’ lane with anyone else but me, not ’til 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. 🎵