In The Shade of the Old Apple Tree

In the shade of the old apple tree,
It was there where I sat on his knee,
He said, “Darling you’re mine: I think you’re devine.”
Neath the shade of the old apple tree.

“I can tell by the look in your eyes,”
“That we’ll soon give the town a surprise,”
“My wife you must be; I now implore thee.”
Neath the shade of the old apple tree.