Up in the green orchard there is a green tree,
The finest of pippins that ever you see ;
The apples are ripe and ready to fall,
And Richard and Robin shall gather them all.
*A pippin is a type of yellow apple with some red in the skin.
Thanks and Acknowledgements
This rhyme and the illustration above are from Mother Goose's Melodies, The Only Pure Edition (published in Boston in 1833).