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4 = blow hole 4-4 = draw hole 4’ = bend
In More Street where I did dwell
A butcher boy I loved too 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 I'll never be.
Till cherries grow on an apple tree.
I wish my baby it was born
And smiling on its daddy's knee
And me, poor girl, to be dead and gone
With the long green grass growin' 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 for love."