.I wish, I wish my baby was born
Sitting on her mama's knee
But you, poor girl are dead and gone
And grass is growing over thee
Oh I'm not no saint
No I never shall be
Til the sweet apple grows
On a sour apple tree
Still I hope that the day will come
When you and I wil.
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