I Wish My Baby Was Born

I wish, I wish my baby was born

And sittin' on its papa's knee

And me, poor girl

And me, poor girl, were dead and gone

And the green grass growin' o'er my feet

I ain't ahead, nor never will be

Till the sweet apple grows

On a sour apple treeBut still I hope the time will come

When you and I shall be as oneI wish I wish my love had died

And sent his soul to wander free

Then we might need our ribbons five

Let our poor body rest in peaceThe owl, the owl

Is a lonely bird

It chills my heart

With dread and terror

That someone's blood

There on his wing

That someone's blood

There on his feather

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