I wish, I wish My baby was born And sittin' on It's papa's knee And me, poor girl And me, poor girl We're 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 need Then we might need Our ribbons five 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 That someone's blood There on his wing That someone's blood There on his feather