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I Wish My Baby Was Born (Traditional cover) Lyrics
I wish, I wish my baby was born
Sitting on his papa's knee
And you, poor girl, were dead and gone
Green grass growing over thee
I'm not no saint, nor I never shall be
'Til the sweet apple grows
From the sour apple tree
I still hope the day will come
When you and I will walk as one
Sitting on his papa's knee
And you, poor girl, were dead and gone
Green grass growing over thee
'Til the sweet apple grows
From the sour apple tree
I still hope the day will come
When you and I will walk as one
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