Martin Carthy And Dave Swarbrick - Died For Love lyrics

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