Billie Lou Ratliff For:
Mary C. Parler
Name of singer:
Mrs. Mildred Ratliff
January 4, 1959
Reel 270 Item 12
THE BUTCHER BOY
In Jersey city there did dwell A butcher boy I loved so well He stole from me my heart away He bids me now he will not stay.
There is a house near that same town Where my love goes and there sits down He takes a strange girl upon his knee And he tells to her what he once told me.
I’ll tell you why he loves that girl Because she has more gold than I But her gold will melt and her silver fly She’ll see the day she’ll be as poor as I.
I wish I wish but all in vain
I wish was a free maid again
But broken hearted I shall be Till apples grow on a willow tree.
Bring me a chair to sit upon
Bring pen and ink to write it down
And at every word she dropped a tear
At the end of every line, cried ”Oh, my dear.”
Go dig my grave and dig it deep
Put a marble stone at my head and feet
Upon my breast, place a turtle dove
To show to the world that I died for love.
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