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i wish, i wish my baby was born sittin' on her mama's knee but you, poor girl are dead and gone and grass is growing over thee oh i'm not no saint, no i never shall be 'til the sweet apple grows on a sour apple tree still i hope that the day will come when you and i will walk as one i wish i wish my baby was born sittin' on her papa's knee but you poor girl are dead and gone and grass growing over thee |