The Butcher Boy

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, i wish in vain
 i wish i was a maid again
 a maid again i ne'er will be
 'till 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
 with the long green grass growing over me
 She went upstairs to go to bed
 and calling to her mother said
 "give me a chair 'till i sit down
 and a pen and ink 'till i write down"
 At every word she dropped a tear
 and at 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
 Oh, make my grave large, wide and deep
 put a marble stone at my head and feet
 and in the middle, a turtle dove
 that the world may know, that i died for love