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