Market Song - Pentangle

As I walk unto 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-wandering

Far from here across the sea

It’s the sweet apples, sweet oranges

Sweet apples, sweet oranges

I hear, I hear the cries of the beggars

What will buy

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 off, my man

You’re not betted down, belongs to you

Gotta buy them

Sweet apples, sweet oranges

Sweet apples, sweet oranges