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There was this beautiful Irish girl who loved the Butcher boy - of course he was a meat cutter and smelled of dead flesh when he came to rest at night. He found another girl who had a ton of dough and took a liking to her so the first girl got seriously bummed out about the whole thing with the other girl - read the lyrics for the details.

The ButcherBoy

(Sung beautifully by Tommy Makem) Irish song with lyrics and chords)

A              E                           A
In Moore Street where I did dwell,
                D                       A
A butcher boy I loved him well,
                  F#m                  Bm
He courted me, for many a day,
                      E                     A
He stole from me, my heart away.
             E                     A
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,
             D                  A
I wish I was a maid again,
              F#m                Bm
A maid again I ne'er can be,
                E                     A
till apples grow on an ivy tree.
A                E                         A   
There is an inn in that same town
                      D                        A
And there my love he sits him down:
                   F#m                      Bm
He takes a strange girl on his knee
                     E                                A
And tells her what he wouldn't tell me.

 A                E                  A
The reason is I'll tell you why,
                        D                            A
Because she's got more gold than I,
                    F#m                 Bm
But gold will melt and silver fly
                       E                             A
And in time of need be as poor as I.

 A             E                           A
I'll go upstairs and make my bed,
                               D                      A
There's nothing to do,' my mother said.
                  F#m                    Bm
My mother she has followed me,
                               E                                A
Saying what is the matter, me daughter dear.
A                 E                     A 
'Oh mother dear, you little know
                          D                        A
What pains and sorrows or what woe.
               F#m                   Bm
Go get a chair and sit me down
                      E                       A
With pen and ink I'll write all down.'
A                    E                        A
Her father he came home that night,
                           D              A 
Enquiring for his heart's delight,
                   F#m                       Bm
He went upstairs, the door he broke,
                      E                    A
He found her hanging on a rope.

 A             E                           A
He took a knife and cut her down
                                       D           A
And in her bosom these Iines he found:
                  F#m                  Bm
'Oh what a foolish girl was I
                   E                            A      
To hang myself for a butcher's boy.
A                E                               A
'Go dig my grave both wide and deep,
                      E                                 A
Put a marble stone at my head and feet,
                  F#m                         Bm
And on my grave place a turtle dove,
                     E                              A
To show the world that I died for love.