Martha Tilston - I Wish I Wish lyrics

I wish I wish my baby was born And sitting on its papa's knee, And me, poor girl, was dead and gone, And the green gra** growing over my feet I wish I was a maid again, And smiling on my sweetheart's knee, But a maid again I never shall be, Till a sweet apple grows on a sour apple tree The owl the owl, is a lonesome bird, She fills my heart with dread and terror That's somebody's blood there on her wing, That's somebody's blood there on her feather I wish I wish my baby was born And sitting on its papa's knee And me, poor girl, was dead and gone, And the green gra** growing over my feet This war this war, will it ever cease?