Butcher Boy (屠夫男孩) - Aran Folk
In the street where I did dwell
Little butcher boy I loved so 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
A maid again I never will be
'Til the cherries grow on night between
I wish my baby it was born
And smiling on its daddy's knee
Me poor girl to be dead and gone
With the long green grass growing over me
She went upstairs to go to bed
And calling to her mother said
Bring me a chair that I sit down
A pen and ink that I write down
With every word she shared a tear
With every line cried Willie dear
Oh what a foolish girl was I
To be led astray by that butcher boy
He went upstairs 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
In the middle a turtle dove
So the world may know
That I died for love
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