Don't sit under the apple tree don't sit under the apple tree 'til I come marching home don't go walking down lovers lane don't go walking down lovers lane 'til 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 so don't sit under the apple tree 'til I come marching home don't give out with those lips of yours watch the girls on the foreign shores you'll have to report to me when you come marching home when there is no phone and I can't keep tab on you be fair to me I'll garuantee this is one thing that I'll do I won't sit under the apple tree 'til you come marching home don't sit under the apple tree is reserved for you and me 'til you come marching home