The Old Apple Tree

The Old Apple Tree

Oh! The old apple tree in the orchard,

Lives in my memory,

'Cause it reminds me of my Pappy,

He was handsome, young and happy

When he planted the old apple tree.

Then one day Pappy took Widder Norton

Out on a jamboree,

And when he took her home at sun-up,

Brother Norton raised his gun up,

And chased Pappy up in the tree.

When the neighbors came after my Pappy,

Up in the tree was he,

The neighbors took a rope and strung him

By the neck and then they hung him

To a branch of the old apple tree.

Now my poor Pappy lies in the orchard

Out of his misery.

They put the apples in the basket,

Chopped the tree down for a casket,

And my poor Pappy's gone with the tree.

Say "Good-bye," Say "Good-bye,"

Say "Good-bye" to the old apple tree.

If my Pappy had a knowed it,

He be sorry that he growed it, '

Cause he died on the old apple tree.

(Lyrics by Jack Scholl, Music by M.K. Jerome--© M. Witmark & Sons, N.Y. 1938)