The Butcher Boy
In Moore st , where I did dwell,
A butcher boy I loved him well,
He courted me, for many a day,
He stole from me, my heart away.
CHORUS:
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain, I wish I was
a maid again, A maid again I ne'er can be, till apples grow on an ivy tree.
There is an inn in that same town And there
my love he sits him down: He takes a strange girl on his knee And tells her what he wouldn't tell me. REPEAT CHORUS
The reason is I'Il tell you why, Because she's
got more gold than I, But gold will melt and silver fly And in time of need be as poor as I. REPEAT CHORUS
I'11 go upstairs and make my bed, There's nothing
to do,' my mother said. My mother she has followed me, Saying tNhat is the matter, mi daughter dear.
'Oh mother dear, you little know What pains
and sorrows or what woe. Go get a chair and sit me down With pen and ink I'11 write all down.'
Her father he came home that night, Enquiring
for his heart's delight, He went upstairs, the door he broke, He found her hanging on a rope.
He took a knife and cut her down And in her
bosom these Ilnes he found: 'Oh what a foolish girl was I To hang myself for a butcher's boy.
'Go dig my grave both wide and deep, Put a marble
stone at my head and feet, And on my grave place a turtle dove, To show the world that I died for love.'
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