Verse 1
 
G                                 C           G 
On the twentieth day of June on a Sunday afternoon, 
                                         D 
While I sit and wonder how I'll spend my time; 
     G                       C              G 
As I sit here in jail with a wash pan and a pail, 
        D                                       G 
I could use them both - it's bake-apple picking time. 
 
Chorus
 
              C 
Oh, when it's bake-apple time in Newfoundland, 
       G 
As you drive along the road, 
                                          D 
And the little ones running freely to and fro; 
        G 
All the girls are having fun 
        C                G 
as they pick them one-by-one, 
         D 
It's the only place where 
                       G 
the bake-apple berries grow. 
 
Verse 2
 
I've been down to Annapolis Valley, 
            C               G 
I've picked apples from the trees, 
                                      D 
I've seen the oranges down California way; 
       G 
And in every grocery store 
        C               G 
you can buy them by the score, 
        D                                G 
But the bake-apple only grows in Newfoundland. 
 
Chorus
 
              C 
Oh, when it's bake-apple time in Newfoundland, 
       G 
As you drive along the road, 
                                          D 
And the little ones running freely to and fro; 
        G 
All the girls are having fun 
        C                G 
as they pick them one-by-one, 
         D 
It's the only place where 
                       G 
the bake-apple berries grow. 
 
Verse 3
 
Now we lost our Union Jack 
          C            G 
and we'll never get it back, 
                                        D 
Some say this new one's just a piece of rag; 
    G                     C                G 
But if I had my say and designed it my own way, 
    D                                  G 
I'd paint the bake-apple on the Newfie flag. 
 
Chorus
 
              C 
Oh, when it's bake-apple time in Newfoundland, 
       G 
As you drive along the road, 
                                          D 
And the little ones running freely to and fro; 
        G 
All the girls are having fun 
        C                G 
as they pick them one-by-one, 
         D 
It's the only place where 
                       G 
the bake-apple berries grow. 
 
Outro
 
             C                    D                  G 
Yes it's the only place where the bake-apple berries grow 
D G