I Wish, I Wish - Charity Children

I wish, I wish

But it’s all in vain

I wish I were a maid again

But a maid again I will never be

Till apples grow on an orange tree

And I wish my baby, it was born

And smiling on its papa’s knee

Am I to be in yon church yard

With long, green grass growing over me

And I wish, I wish

But it’s all in vain

I wish I were a maid again

But a maid again I will never be

Till apples grow on an orange tree

When my apron strings hung low

He followed me through frost and snow

But now my apron’s to my chin

He passes by and says nothing

And I wish, I wish

But it’s all in vain

I wish I were a maid again

But a maid again I will never be

Till apples grow on an orange tree

And oh grief, oh grief I’ll tell you why

That girl has more gold than I

More gold than I, and beauty and fame

But she will come like me again

And I wish, I wish

But it’s all in vain

I wish I were a maid again

But a maid again I will never be

Till apples grow on an orange tree

And I wish, I wish

But it’s all in vain

I wish I were a maid again

But a maid again I will never be

Till apples grow on an orange tree