In More Street where I did dwell
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A butcher boy I loved right well
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He courted me my life away
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And now with me he will not stay
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I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
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I wish I was a maid again
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But a maid again I'll never be
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Till cherries grow on an apple tree
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I wish my baby it was born
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And smiling on its daddy's knee
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And me poor girl to be dead and gone
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With the long green grass growing over me
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He went upstairs and the door he broke
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He found her hanging from a rope
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He took his knife and he cut her down
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And in her pocket these words he found
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"Oh make my grave large, wide and deep
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Put a marble stone at my head and feet
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And in the middle a turtle dove
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So the world may know I died of love"
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The butcher boy
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Kirsty MacColl |