Sarah Boyle - The Butcher Boy | Текст песни

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In lost street 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 fate
I wish I were a maid again
But a maid again I'll never be
'Til cherries grow on an ivy tree.

I wish my baby it way born
And to be 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 'til I sit down
And a pen and ink 'til I write down.”

At every word she shed a tear
At every line cried, “Willie dear.
Oh, what a foolish girl am I
To be led astray by a butcher boy.”

He went upstairs and the door he broke,
He found her hanging by 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 between a turtle dove
That the world may know I died for love”

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