I wish I wish My Baby Was Born

 

I wish, I wish my baby was born,
And sitting on its papa’s knee.
And me, poor boy, were dead and gone,
And the green grass growing over my feet

I ain’t a hater, nor never will be
‘Til the sweet apple grows on the 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 one wander free
Then we might be where ravens fly
Let our poor bodies rest in peace

The owl the owl is a lonley bird
It chills my heart with dread and terror
That someone’s blood there on it’s wing
That someone’s blood there on it’s feather