The Butcher Boy

In Dublin 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 were a maid again
 But a maid again
 I ne'er will be
 'Til cherries grow on an ivy tree
 I'm wishin' my baby it was born
 And smiling on his daddy's knee
 This wee poor girl would be dead and gone
 With the tall green grass all over me
 She went upstairs to go to bed
 And turning to her mother said
 "Give me a chair 'til I sit down
 And a pen and ink 'til I write down"
 With every word she dropped a tear
 With every line cried "Willie dear
 Oh, what a foolish girl was I
 To be led astray by a butcher boy"
 He went upstairs
 Through 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 I died for love"