paroles de chanson The Butcher Boy - Tommy Makem , The Clancy Brothers

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"