The Butcher Boylived a butcher boy I loved right well He courted me my life away and now with me he will not stay I wish my baby it was born and smiling on it's Daddy's knee And me poor girl to be dead and gone and the long green grass growing over me Instrumental Verse 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 Go dig my grave large, wide and deep. Place a marble stone at my head and feet And in the middle, a turtle dove that the world may know I died for love |