Apples Peaches and Cherries

There once was a peddler passing by
His cart with fruit was laden high
And as he drove along he cried
Across the village green
Crying apples, peaches, and cherries
Apples, peaches, and cherries
His daughter sat beside him there
She was young as she was fair
All glowing with a beauty rare
A maid of sweet 16
A young lad beckoned from the door
He bought some fruit and then bought more
His longing eyes were begging for
The lovely maid to stay
He sought and fought her at the mart
He wooed and won the maiden’s heart
And now ten children ride the card
Across the village green
Crying apples, peaches, and cherries
Apples, peaches, and cherries
Now if there is a moral here
Such fruitfulness should make it clear
So shut the window when we’re here
A peddler passing by
Crying apples, peaches, and cherries
Apples, peaches, and cherries
Apples and peaches
And apples and peaches
And cherries
And cherries
Nah, cherries!
And cherries