A song with many and various added couplets

I wrote my mother,  I wrote my father

And now I'm writing to you;

I'm sure of mother,  I'm sure of father,

Now I wanna 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,

'Til 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,

'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 loves to pet

And it fits you to a T…..  SO

Don't sit under the apple tree

With anyone else but me,

'Til I come marching home.

Repeat

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