In Dublin City, 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
The maid again I ne 'er will be
Till cherries grow on an ivy tree
She went upstairs to go to bed,
and calling out to her mother said,
Give me a chair to sit right down
And a pen and ink to write it down
At every word, she dropped a tear
At every line, cried, Holy Dear
Oh, what a foolish girl I was
To be led astray by a butcher boy
He went upstairs and the door he opened
He found her hair hanging from a rope
He got 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,
In the middle, a turtledove
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