Butcher Boy

In Edingburgh town where I did dwell
 A fisher's girl, I loved her well
 I courted her, for many days
 She stole from me my heart away
 There is an inn in that same town
 There my love sits herself down
 She sits upon a stranger's knee
 And tells him what she wouldn't tell me
 The reason is, I'll tell you why
 Because he's got more gold than I
 But gold will melt and silver fly
 In times of need you'd be as poor as I
 Wrote a letter, wrote a song
 Wrote a letter, wrote it long
 On every line I dropped a tear
 With every verse I cried 'Sarah dear'
 Wrote a letter, wrote a song
 Wrote a letter, wrote it long
 On every line I dropped a tear
 With every verse I cried 'Sarah dear'
 I wish, I wish in vain
 I wish she was a maid again
 A maid again, she'll never be
 'till apples grow, on orange trees