I wish my baby it was born
And smiling on his daddy's knee
And I poor girl was in my grave
With the long green gra** a-growing all over me
O grief, o grief and I'll tell you why
Because she has more gold than I
He takes this young girl on his knee
And he tells her tales that he won't tell me
I wish, I wish, but it's all in vain
I wish I was a sweet maid again
But a maid again I never shall be
Till apples grow on an orange tree
Dig me my grave long wide and deep
Put a marble stone at my head and feet
And at my breast place a white snow dove
For to let the world know that I died for love