In Dublin City, where I did dwell A butcher boy I loved right well He courted me my life away But now with me he will not stay I wish, I wish I wish in vain I wish I were a maid again But a maid again I ne'er will be 'Til cherries grow on an ivy tree I'm wishin' my baby it was born And smiling on his daddy's knee This wee poor girl would be dead and gone With the tall green grass all over me She went upstairs to go to bed And turning to her mother said "Give me a chair 'til I sit down And a pen and ink 'til I write down" With every word she dropped a tear With every line cried "Willie dear Oh, what a foolish girl was I To be led astray by a butcher boy" He went upstairs Through the door he broke He found her hanging from a rope He took 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, And in the middle a turtle dove That the world may know I died for love"