In more street where i did dwell

A butcher boy i loved right well

He courted me my life away

And now with me he will not stay



I wish, i wish, i wish in vain

I wish i was a maid again

But a maid again i'll never 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



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

So the world may know i died of love"




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