JANE:
There’s an apple growing on the tree
Just over Jones’s wall
‘Tis the end, the end, the heart’s desire
Of ev’ry boy that’s small
It’s as green as grass, as sour as sin
But Billy Smith don’t care
And any time you pass that spot
You’ll find that youngster there
And he won’t be happy till he gets it.
JANE & CHORUS:
Though afterwards in cider he will shy
You bet your ev’ry dime
Someday that wall he’ll climb
For he’s going to get it by and by
And he won’t be happy till he gets it.
JANE:
In the middle of the car tracks
In the rush hour of the day
Stands a visitor from “J” Town
Who has plainly lost his way
He’s asking a policeman in blue uniform and star
“Oh tell me, Mister Officer, where can I get a car?”
And he won’t be happy till he gets it.
JANE & CHORUS:
Up and down the street the cars just fly
Bang! He dodges one all right
But there’s dozens more in sight
And you bet he’ll get one by and by!
And he won’t be happy till he gets it.
JANE:
A man said to a maiden once
“Now won’t you kiss me, dear?”
She said, “Oh no! Of course not,
Oh what a strange idea!”
The bashful man the subject changed and soon she cried,
“Oh my! Please look and see
I think I’ve got a cinder in my eye!”
And she won’t be happy till he gets it.
JANE & CHORUS:
She didn’t think that he would be so shy
With two lips upturned to you
Pray say what would you do
When you found there was no cinder in her eye?
And she won’t be happy till he gets it.
LYRICS by Glen MacDonough
RECORDING: Korliss Uecker, London Voices, London Sinfonietta - Conductor, John McGlinn
IMAGES courtesy of the New York Public Library Digital Collections
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