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|  | Текст (слова) песни: Kirsty Maccoll -  The Butcher Boy
 In more street where I did dwell
 
 A butcher boy I loved right well
 
 He courted me my life away
 
 And now with me he will not stay
 
 I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
 
 I wish I was a maid again
 
 But a maid again Ill never be
 
 Till cherries grow on an apple tree
 
 I wish my baby it was born
 
 And smiling on its daddys knee
 
 And me poor girl to be dead and gone
 
 With the long green grass growing over me
 
 He went upstairs and 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
 
 So the world may know I died of love"
 
 
    
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