The Butcher's Boy
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London city where I did dwell
Butcher's boy loved so well
Hoarded me my life away
Love with me he would not stay
There is a strange house in this town
He goes up, he sits down
Takes another on his knee
Tells her things that he once told me
Must I go bound while he goes free?
Must I love a boy don't love me?
No, oh no, that never can be
The oranges grow on the apple tree
She went upstairs to go to bed
Not one word to her mother said
Went upstairs and the door they broke
Found her hanging on a rope
Took a knife, they cut her down
Upon her bosom these words they found
"Silly girl," said a girl of mine
"Murder myself for the butcher's boy"
Dig my grave both wide and deep
Put a marble stone at my head and feet
On my breast this snow-white dove
Show the world that I died for love
Show the world that I died for love