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    1. The Butcher Boy

    From the recording As the Crow Flies

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    Trad. English
    Vocals, Keyboards, Soprano & Alto Recorders

    Lyrics

    She went upstairs to make her bed
    And not a word to her mother said
    Her mother she went upstairs too
    Saying daughter daughter what troubles you

    Oh mother mother I cannot tell
    That butcher boy that I loved so well
    He courted me my life away
    And now at home he will not stay

    There is a place in London town
    To where he goes and sits him down
    He takes a strange girl upon his knee
    And then he tells her what he won't tell me

    Her father he came home from work
    Saying where is daughter she seems so hurt
    He went upstairs to get her hope
    And found her hanging from a rope

    He took his knife and he cut her down
    And in her bosom these words he found
    Go dig my grave both wide and deep
    Put a marble slab at my head and feet

    And on my coffin place a snow white dove
    To tell the world
    I died of love.

    © Aedan MacDonnell
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