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 lover's lane with anyone else but me. Anyone else but me. Anyone else but me. No, no, no, don't go walking down lover's 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 loves to hit and pitch you to a tee. 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 anyone else but me. With anyone else but her. No, no, no, not a single soul 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, sweet home. Don't go walking down lover's lane with anyone else but me. With anyone else but her. No, no, no, not a single soul but me. No, no, no, don't you go walking down lover's 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 a lover's lane. No, walking down a lover's lane till you see me. When you see me marching home. Then we'll go arm in arm and we'll sit down under the apple tree. Maybe just you and me. When I come marching home. When I come marching home.