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

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 tree

But still I hope

the time will come

When you and I

shall be as one

I wish I wish

my love had died

And sent his soul

to wander free

Then we might

meet where ravens fly

Let our poor body rest in peace

The 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