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The Butcher Boy - Sarah Makem
In London city where I did dwell
A butcher boy I loved right well
He courted me my life away
But now with me he will not stay
I wish I wish but in vain
I wish I was a maid again
A maid again I ne'er will be
'Til cherries grow on an apple tree
I wish my baby it was born
And smiling on its daddy's knee
And me poor girl to be dead and gone
And the long green grass growing over me
She went upstairs to make a bed
And calling on her mother said
Give me a chair 'til I sit down
A pen and ink 'til I write down
At every word she dropped a tear
And every line cried Willie dear
Oh what a foolish girl was I
To be led astray by a butcher boy
He went upstairs and the door he broke
He found her hanging from a rope
He took his knife and he cut her down
And in her pocket these words he found
Make my grave wide large and deep
Put a marble stone at my head and feet
And in the middle a turtle dove
That the world may see I died for love
