The Butcher Boy - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE BUTCHER BOY. 
In Jersey City, where I did dwell, A butcher boy I loved so well; He courted me my heart away, And now with me he will not stay. There is an inn in the same town, Where my love goes and sits him down; He takes a strange girl on his knee And tells to her what he don't tell me. 
It's a grief for me; I'll tell you why: I Because she has more gold than I; But her gold will melt, and her silver fly; In time of need she'll be poor as I. I go up-stairs to make my bed, But nothing to my mother said: My mother comes up-stairs to me, Saying, "What's the matter, my daughter dear!" 
"Oh, mother, mother! you do not know What, grief and pain and sorrow, woe-Go get a chair to sit me down, And a pen And ink to write it down." On every line she dropped a tear, While calling home her Willie dear; And when het father he came home, He said, "Where is my daughter gone? 
He went up-stairs, the door he broke-He found her hanging upon a rope. He took his knife and he cut her down. And in her breast those lines were found: "Oh, what a silly innid arm I, To hang myself for a butcher boy! Go dig my grave, both long And deep; Place a marble-stone at my head and feet, And on my breast a turtle dove, To show the world I died for love."