Capo 3rd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

 I wish, I wish my baby was born

 And sitting on its papa's knee

 And me poor girl (and me poor girl) were dead and gone

 And the green grass growin' o'er my feet

 I ain't ahead, nor never will be

 'Til a sweet apple grows on a sour apple tree

 But still I hope (but still I hope) the time will come

 When you and I shall be as one

 I wish, I wish my love had died

 And sent her soul to wander free

 Then we might meet (then we might meet) where ravens fly

 Let our poor bodies rest in peace

 The owl, the owl is a lonely bird

 It chills my heart with dread and terror

 That someone's blood there on his wing

 That someone's blood there on his feather