I Wish I Wish

I wish I wish my baby was born
Sitting on her papa's knee
And me poor 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 me poor girl was dead and gone
With the green green grass growing over my feet

I ain't ahead and I 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