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 it's papa's knee Am I to be in yon churchyard 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 aprons 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 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