ANCIENT ARMOR.
THE APPLE TREE.
Words by Clara D. Bates. Music by T. Crampton.
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1. Up in the apple tree,
See the rosy cheeks:
See the balls that look like gold:
See the crimson streaks.
In the lovely autumn day,
Bright as in the bloom of May,
Filled with fruit and fair to see,
Is the apple tree.
2. Under the apple tree,
See the rosy cheeks:
Little Jinx the baby boy;
What is it he seeks?
Ah! his tiny teeth are white,
And are eager for a bite,—
Such a tempting store to see,
Is the apple tree.
3. Under the apple tree,
Other rosy cheeks:
Edith, Mabel, Golden-Locks:
Full of merry freaks,
Here they run and there they run,
Shouting merrily if one
Fallen in the group they see,
From the apple tree.