I Wish, I Wish

I Wish
I wish, I wish, but it's all in vain
I wish I was a maid again
But a maid again I never can be
Till apples grow on an orange tree

I wish my baby it was born
And smiling on its daddy's knee
Then I would go to yon churchyard
And let the long green grass grow over me

When my apron-strings hung low
He followed me through frost and snow
But now my apron's to my chin
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He goes on by and says nothing

Oh grief, oh grief, please tell me why
That girl has more gold than I
More gold than I, more beauty, more fame
Yet for her it will be the same

So I wish, I wish, but it's all in vain
I wish I was a maid again
But a maid again I never can be
Till apples grow on an orange tree