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BUTCHER BOY, THE (Traditional - 19th Century USA) Kelly Harrell - 1925 Henry Whitter - 1925 Vernon Dalhart - 1927 Carson Robison - 1928 Bradley Kincaid - 1928 Beull Kazee - 1928 Ephraim Woodie & The Henpecked Husbands - 1929 The Blue Sky Boys - 1940 Peggy Seeger - 1955 Joan Baez - 1961 Tommy Makem - 1961 Also recorded by: Maureen Hegarty; Sinead O'Connor; Sons Of Erin; Ryan's Fancy; Kirsty MacColl; Brigitte O'Halloran; Clare Maguire; Elvis Costello; Howling Larsons; The Ludlows; Caroline Hughes; Sarah Makem; ........ and many others. In Jersey City, where I did dwell A butcher boy I loved so well He courted me my heart away And now with me he will not stay There is an inn in the same town Where my love goes and sits him down He takes a strange girl on his knee And tells to her what he don't tell me It's a grief for me, I'll tell you why Because she has more gold than I But her gold will melt, and her silver fly In time of need, she'll be poor as I I go upstairs to make my bed But nothing to my mother said My mother comes upstairs to me Saying, "What's the matter, my darling dear?" "Oh, mother, mother, you do not know What grief and pain and sorrow, woe Go get a chair to sit me down And a pen and ink to write it down" On every line she dropped a tear While calling home her Willie dear And when her father he came home He said, "Where is my daughter gone?" He went upstairs, the door he broke He found her hanging upon a rope He took his knife and he cut her down And in her breast these lines were found "Oh, what a silly maid am I To hang myself for a butcher boy Go dig my grave, both long and deep Place a marble stone at my head and feet And on my breast a turtle dove To show the world I died for love" ******************** As recorded by KELLY HARRELL: In London City, where I did dwell A butcher's boy I loved so well He courted me my lifet away And with me then he would not stay There is a strange house in this town Where he goes up and sits right down He takes a another girl on his knee He tells her things that he won't tell me I have to grieve, I'll tell you why Because she has more gold than I Her gold will melt and silver fly In time of need, she'll be as poor as I I went upstairs to go to bed And nothing to my mother said Oh, mother, she did seem to say "What is the trouble, my daughter dear?" "Oh, mother, dear, you need not know The pain and sorrow, grief that flows Get me a chair and sit me down With pen and ink to write words down" "Go dig my grave, both wide and deep Place a marble stone at my head and feet Upon my breast a snow white dove To show the world I died for love" And when her father first came home "Where is my daughter, where has she gone?" He went upstairs and the door he broke And found her hanging to a rope He took his knife and cut her down And in her bosom these lines he found "A a silly girl I am, you know To hang myself for the butcher's boy" ******************** As recorded by SINEAD O'CONNOR: In Dublin Town where I did dwell A butcher boy I loved so well He courted me my life away And now with me he will not stay I wish, I wish, but I wish in vain I wish I was a maid again But a maid again I never can be Till apples grow on an ivy tree She went upstairs to go to bed And calling to her mother said Bring me a chair till I sit down And a pen and ink till I write down I wish, I wish, but I wish in vain I wish I was a maid again But a maid again I never can be Till apples grow on an ivy tree He went upstairs and the door he broke And found her hanging from a rope He took his knife and 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 (Transcribed by Mel Priddle - July 2018)

    





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