Do you love an apple, do you love a pear, Do you love a laddie with curly brown hair? Oh still I love him, I can't deny him, I'll be with him wherever he goes.
Before I got married I wore a black shawl, But since I got married I wore bugger-all. But still I love him, I can't deny him. I'll be with him wherever he goes.
He stood at the corner, a fag in his mouth. Two hands in his pockets, he whistled me out. But still I love him, I can't deny him. I'll be with him wherever he goes.
He works at the pier for nine bob a week, Come Saturday night he comes rolling home drunk. But still I love him, I can't deny him. I'll be with him wherever he goes.
Before I got married I'd sport and I'd play, But now the cradle it gets in me way. But still I love him, I can't deny him. I'll be with him wherever he goes.
Do you love an apple, do you love a pear, Do you love a laddie with curly brown hair? Oh still I love him, I can't deny him, I'll be with him wherever he goes.