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

The girl he met just loved to pet

And 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 give out with those lips of yours

To anyone else but me

Anyone else but me

Anyone else but me, no no no

Watch the girls on the foreign shores

You'll have to report to me

When you come marching home

You're on your own when there is no phone

And I can't keep tab on you

Be fair to me, I'll guarantee

This is one thing that I'll do

I won't sit under the apple tree

With anyone else but you

Till you come marching home

Don't sit under the apple tree

With anyone else but me

I know the apple tree

Is reserved for you and me

And I'll be true

Till you come marching home