Traditional Irish - The butcher boy

In ^C London city, where ^G I did ^C dwell A butcher ^F boy, I ^G loved right ^C well He courted me, my life ^G away But now with ^G7 me, he will not ^C stay

I ^C wish, I wish, I ^G wish in ^C vain I wish I ^F was a ^G maid a^Cgain A maid again I ne'er ^G will be 'Till cherries ^G7 grow on an ivy ^C tree

I ^C wish my baby ^G it was ^C born And smiling ^F on its ^G daddy's ^C knee And me poor girl to be dead ^G and gone With the long ^G7 green grass growing ^C over me

She ^Cwent upstairs ^G to go to ^C bed And calling ^F to her ^G mother ^C said "Give me a chair 'till I ^G sit down And a pen ^G7 and ink 'till I write ^C down"

At ^C every word she ^G dropped a ^C tear And at every ^F line cried ^G "Willie ^C dear - Oh, what a foolish girl ^G was I To be led ^G7 astray by a butcher ^C boy"

He ^C went upstairs and the ^Gdoor he ^C broke He found her ^F hanging ^G from a ^C rope He took his knife and he cut ^G her down And in her ^G7 pocket, these words he ^C found

Oh, ^C make my grave large, ^G wide and ^C deep Put a marble ^F stone at my ^G head and ^C feet And in the middle, a turt^Gle dove That the world ^G7 may know, that I died for ^C love.