Lyrics:
The Butcher BoyIn Dublin townWhere I did dwellA butcher boyI loved so wellHe courted meMy life awayAnd now with meHe will not stayI wish I wishBut I wish in vainI wish I wasA maid againBut a maid againI ne'er can beTill apples growOn an ivy treeShe went upstairsTo go to bedAnd calling toHer mother saidBring me a chairTill I sit downAnd a pen and inkTill I write downI wish I wishBut I wish in vainI wish I wasA maid againBut a maid againI ne'er can beTill apples growOn an ivy treeHe went upstairsAnd the door he brokeAnd found her hangingFrom her ropeHe took his knifeAnd cut her downAnd in her pocketThese words he found:'oh, make my graveLarge, wide and deepPut a marble stoneAt my head and feetAnd in the middleA turtle doveSo the world may knowI died of love'.