My love, she is an apple mare,
Pickle-barrel, kumquat, chimi-cherry-air,
Orange of coat and mane so fair.
Pickle-barrel, kumquat, chimi-cherry-ay.
She works her apple trees every day,
Pickle-barrel, kumquat, chimi-cherry-ove,
Those apple trees she's so proud of,
Yes, apples are the life of my love.
Pickle-barrel, kumquat, pickle-barrel, kumquat, pickle-barrel, kumquat, chimi-cherry-ay.
With a song on her lips and a twinkle in her eye,
Pickle-barrel, kumquat, chimi-cherry-aye,
My love baked me an apple pie!
Pickle-barrel, kumquat, chimi-cherry-oh!
Alas, my love, she did not know,
Pickle-barrel, kumquat, chimi-cherry-dee,
Alas, alack, oh woe is me,
For I have an apple allergy!
Pickle-barrel, kumquat, pickle-barrel, kumquat, pickle-barrel, kumquat, chimi-cherry-oh!
Ah, my heart! 'Tis so unfair,
Pickle-barrel, kumquat, chimi-cherry-air,
That I should love an apple mare!
Pickle-barrel, kumquat, chimi-cherry-ooh!
What's a poor baker to do?
Pickle-barrel, kumquat, chimi-cherry-aye,
I wish to have her apple pie,
But if I did, I'd surely die!
Pickle-barrel, kumquat, pickle-barrel, kumquat, pickle-barrel, kumquat, chimi-cherry-ooh!
So plant those saplings, plant them wide.
Pickle-barrel, kumquat, chimi-cherry-ide.
Plant them for my future bride.
Pickle-barrel, kumquat, chimi-cherry-un.
Make sure that they get plenty of sun,
Pickle-barrel, kumquat, chimi-cherry-all,
Treat them tender, water them all,
Let them each grow strong and tall.
Pickle-barrel, kumquat, pickle-barrel, kumquat, pickle-barrel, kumquat, chimi-cherry-un.
And then I'll ask the love of my life,
Pickle-barrel, kumquat, chimi-cherry-ife,
If she will let me be her wife.
Pickle-barrel, kumquat, chimi-cherry-oot.
And we can laugh and share our fruit,
Pickle-barrel, kumquat, chimi-cherry-ease,
We'll live together as happy as we please,
Under the shade of our kumquat trees!
With a pickle-barrel, kumquat, pickle-barrel, kumquat, pickle-barrel, kumquat, chimi-cherry-oot!