The Butcher Boy lyrics

In Dublin town where I did dwell

A butcher boy I loved so well

He courted me my life away

And now with me he will not stay

I wish I wish but I wish in vain

I wish I was a maid again

But a maid again I ne'er can be

'till apples grow on an ivy tree

She went upstairs to go to bed

And calling to her mother said

Bring me a chair 'till I sit down

And a pen and ink 'till I write down

I wish I wish but I wish in vain

I wish I was a maid again

But a maid again I ne'er can be

'till apples grow on an ivy tree

He went upstairs and the door he broke

And found her hanging from her rope

He took his knife and 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

So the world may know I died of love".