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The Butcher Boy
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In Moore Street where I did dwell,
D A
A butcher boy I loved him well,
F#m Bm
He courted me, for many a day,
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He stole from me, my heart away.
CHORUS:
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I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,
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I wish I was a maid again,
F#m Bm
A maid again I ne'er can be,
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till apples grow on an ivy tree.
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There is an inn in that same town
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And there my love he sits him down:
F#m Bm
He takes a strange girl on his knee
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And tells her what he wouldn't tell me.
Chorus
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The reason is I'll tell you why,
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Because she's got more gold than I,
F#m Bm
But gold will melt and silver fly
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And in time of need be as poor as I.
Chorus
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I'll go upstairs and make my bed,
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There's nothing to do,' my mother said.
F#m Bm
My mother she has followed me,
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Saying what is the matter, me daughter dear.
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'Oh mother dear, you little know
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What pains and sorrows or what woe.
F#m Bm
Go get a chair and sit me down
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With pen and ink I'll write all down.'
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Her father he came home that night,
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Enquiring for his heart's delight,
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He went upstairs, the door he broke,
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He found her hanging on a rope.
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He took a knife and cut her down
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And in her bosom these Iines he found:
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'Oh what a foolish girl was I
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To hang myself for a butcher's boy.
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'Go dig my grave both wide and deep,
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Put a marble stone at my head and feet,
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And on my grave place a turtle dove,
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To show the world that I died for love.
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