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