In London City, where I did dwell A blue-eyed boy I love so well He courted me my life away And with me then he would not stay 
There is a strange girl in this town And there my true love sits him down He takes this strange girl on his knee And he tells to her what he won’t tell me 
It’s grief to me, and I’ll tell you why Because she has more gold than I But gold will melt and silver fly True-hearted love will never die 
I went upstairs to go to bed And nothing to my mother said But mother said, you’re acting queer What is the trouble, my daughter dear 
Oh mother dear, you need not know The pain and sorrow, grief and woe Give me a chair and sit me down With pen and ink to write words down 
Go dig my grave both wide and deep Place marble at my head and feet And on my grave place a willow tree That he may mourn and weep for me 
And when her father first came home Where is my girl, where has she gone He went upstairs, the door he broke And he found her hanging from a rope 
He took his knife and he cut her down And in her bosom these words were found A silly girl am I, you know To hang myself for the butcher’s boy 
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