Sung by: Mrs. Alice Isringhouse
Recorded in Holly Grove, AR 6/15/59

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In London Town, where I did dwell,
A butcher's boy I loved so well.
He courted me my life away,
But with me now, he will not stay.

He takes a strange girl on his knee,
And he tells her things he once told me.
Her gold may shine, her silver may fly,
But someday that girl will be poor as I.

So go get a chair, and I'll sit down;
With a pen and ink I'll write it down.
I'll write a few lines and shed a few tears
For the one that I love so dear.

That evening when her father came home,
Inquiring where his daughter had gone,
Upstairs he went, the door he broke,
And found her hanging by a rope.

He took his knife and cut her down,
And in her bosom this note he found:
"Go dig my grave both wide and deep.
Place a marble stone at my head and feet,
And o'er my breast a snow-white dove,
To prove to him I died for his love."

Also found in Randolph, Vol. I, #45, "The Butcher Boy"; Brown, Vol. II, #81, "The Butcher Boy"; Belden, p. 201, "The Butcher Boy."

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