Butcher Boy

Butcher Boy (the)
In London City, where I did well
a butcher boy, I loved right well
he courted me a life away
and now with me he will not stay

I wish I wish, I wish in vain
I wish I was a maid again
a maid again, I’ll never be
‘tll apples grow on a cherry tree

I wish my baby, it was born
and seated on it’s daddy’s knee
and my poor body to be dead and gone
see the long green grass growing over me

She went upstairs to go to bed
to rest her body and her weary head
“Bring me a chair that I might sit down
and a pen and ink, that I might write down”

He went upstairs, and the door he broke
he found her hanging by a rope
he took a knife and cut her down
and in her pocket these words he found

“Oh make my grave, long wide and deep
with a marble stone at my head and feet
and in the middle, a turtle dove
that he world may know, I died for love”


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