Lyrics:

(Ladies and gentlemen, the Pentangle)

As I walk on to market
Each day I can hear them cry
'Sweet apples, sweet oranges
Sweet apples, sweet oranges'

'Fresh, freshly sent
For you out today
Come and buy them
Sweet apples, sweet oranges'

All alone I walk with no one
Beside me, would sooner buy
Sweet apples, sweet oranges
Sweet apples, sweet oranges

Walking through the stalls
I am amazed by them all
'Come and buy them
Sweet apples, sweet oranges'


Like a child my mind was a-wander
Far from here across th? sea
In the sweet apples, sweet orang?s
Sweet apples, sweet oranges

I hear, I hear the cries of the beggars
What will buy
'And sweet apples, sweet oranges
Come and buy them'

Through the forest I could see them
A-hanging there so ripe and red
Sweet apples, sweet oranges
Sweet apples, sweet oranges

Get up, get up, my man
You know they're better downed, belong to you
'You gotta buy them
Sweet apples, sweet oranges
Sweet apples, sweet oranges'