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 grass 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"