I wish I wish

But it's all in vain

I wish I was a maid again

But a maid again I never can be

Till apples grow on an orange tree

I wish my baby it was born

And smiling on its daddy's knee

Then I would go to yon churchyard

And let the long green grass grow over me

When my apron strings hung low

He followed me through frost and snow

But now my apron's to my chin

He goes on by and says nothing

Oh grief oh grief

Please tell me why

That girl has more gold than I

More gold than I more beauty more fame

Yet for her it will be the same

So I wish I wish

But it's all in vain

I wish I was a maid again

But a maid again I never can be

Till apples grow on an orange tree

I wish I wish but it's all in vain

I wish I was a maid again

I wish I wish but it's all in vain

I wish I was a maid again

I wish I wish

But it's all in vain

I wish I was a maid again

But a maid again I never can be

Till apples grow on an orange tree