The Butcher Boy
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| 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
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| 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
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| 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
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| 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:
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| "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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| The Butcher Boy
| | Sinead O'Connor |
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