35.I Wish My Baby Was Born
I wish, I wish my baby was born
Sittin' 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 will walk as one
I wish, I wish my baby was born
Sittin' on her papa's knee
But you, poor girl are dead and gone
And grass growing over thee
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