T (con’t)
Stockings of red,
Little sunbonnets tied
On each pretty head.

When school was over,
Secrets they'd tell,
Whispering arm-in-arm
Down by the well.
One day a quarrel came,
Hot tears were shed,
"You can't play in my yard!"
And the other said,

"I don't want to play in your yard,
Quarrel and kiss.
In those sweet childhood dreams
They hear the cry
I don't like you anymore.
You'll be sorry when you see me
Sliding down our cellar door.
You can't holler down our rain barrel,
You can't climb our apple tree,
I don't want to play in your yard
If you won't be good to me."

Are these the missing verses to Martha F.’s song?
Next day two little maids
Each other missed
Quarrel was soon made up
Sealed with a Kiss
Now hand in hand again
Happy they go
Friends all through life because
They love each other so

Soon school days pass away
Sorrow and bliss
Still each remembers yet,
You can’t play in my yard,
And the old reply,

"I don't want to play in your yard,
I don't like you anymore.
You'll be sorry when you see me
Sliding down our cellar door.
You can't holler down our rain barrel,
You can't climb our apple tree,
I don't want to play in your yard
If you won't be good to me.


TYING APPLES ON A LILAC TREE (see also Lilac Tree on “L” page) Here’s another song with many variants:

From Kathy W.
A little boy and a little girl
In an ecstasy of bliss