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