I Wish I Wish

I wish, I wish my baby was born

Sitting on her papa's knee

And if our girl was dead and gone

With the green, green grass growing over my feet

I wish, I wish my baby was born

Sitting on her papa's knee

And if our girl was dead and gone

With the green, green grass growing over my feet

I ain't a hound and never will be

'Til the sweet apple grows on a sour apple tree

But still I hope the day will come

That you and I shall meet as one