The Butcher Boy
In Dublin town where I did dwellA butcher boy I loved so wellHe courted me my life awayAnd now with me he will not stay
I wish I wish but I wish in vainI wish I was a maid againBut a maid again I ne'er can be'till apples grow on an ivy tree
She went upstairs to go to bedAnd calling to her mother saidBring me a chair 'till I sit downAnd a pen and ink 'till I write down
I wish I wish but I wish in vainI wish I was a maid againBut a maid again I ne'er can be'till apples grow on an ivy tree
He went upstairs and the door he brokeAnd found her hanging from her ropeHe took his knife and cut her downAnd in her pocket these words he found:
"Oh, make my grave large, wide and deepPut a marble stone at my head and feetAnd in the middle a turtle doveSo the world may know I died of love".