The Butcher Boy Lyrics - Kirsty Maccoll

In more street where I did dwell 

A butcher boy I loved right 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 

But a maid again I'll never be 

Till cherries grow on an apple tree 

I wish my baby it was born 

And smiling on it's daddy's knee 

And me poor girl to be dead and gone 

With the long green grass growing over me 

He went upstairs and the door he broke 

He found her hanging by a rope 

He took his knife and he cut her down 

And in her pocket these words he found