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