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I wish

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I wish my baby was born

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sittin' on his papa's knee

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and you poor girl

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were dead and gone

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green grass growin' over thee

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not no saint

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nor I never shall be

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till a sweet apple grows

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from a sour apple tree

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I still hope

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the day will come

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when you and I

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will walk as one

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