Kirsty Maccoll - Boys lyrics

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 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