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"