In London city where I did dwell A butcher boy I loved right well He courted me my life away But now with me he will not stay I wish, I wish, I wish in vain I wish I was a maid again A maid again I ne'er will be Til cherries grow on an apple tree I wish my babu it was born And smiling on it's Daddy's knee And me poor girl to be dead and gone With the long green grass growing over me She went upstairs to go to bed And calling up her mother said "Give me a chair, til I sit down And a pen and ink, til I write down" At every line cried "Willy dear" At every word she dropped a tear Oh what a foolish girl was I? To be led astray by a butcher boy 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 stand at my head and feet And in the middle a turtle dove That the world may know that I died for love"