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 gra** 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 gra** growing over my feet
I ain’t a hound and never will be
Til the sweet apple grows on a sour apple tree
But I still hope the day will come
‘Cause you and I shall meet as one