The Butcher Boy Lyrics - Sinead Oconnor

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 

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 

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 

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 

"Oh, make my grave large, white, 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"