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 its daddy's knee
And me poor girl to be dead and gone
With the long green gra** growing over me
He went upstairs and 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
And in the middle a turtle dove
So the world may know i died of love"