Don't 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 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
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
(Last time, last two lines)
Then we’ll go arm in arm, and
Sit down under the apple tree
Baby, just you and me
When I come marching home