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200 Indiana University Publications, Folklore Series
5. "My mother, dear, you need not know
The faint and sorrowful griefs that flow; Go get me a chair and set me down
With pen and ink to write words down."
6. And on each line she dropped a tear,
A-crying for her Willie dear; And then her father he came home,
Saying, "Where's my daughter? Where has she gone?"
7. He went upstairs; her door he broke,
And found her hanging to a rope; He took his knife and cut it down,
And on her breast this note he found.
8. "Go dig my grave both wide and deep ;
Place a marble stone at my head and feet, And on my breast place a snowy-white dove To warn young girls not to fall in love."
"The Butcher's Boy." Contributed by Mr. Kenneth Williams, of Oakland City, Indiana. Gibson County. Secured by him from an uncle. March 19, 1935.
1. In London City where I did dwell
A butcher's boy I loved so well; He stole from me my heart away, And with me now he will not stay.
2. There is a strange girl in this town;
My love he goes and he sits down, And takes that strange girl on his knee, And tells to her what he won't tell me.
3. It's a grief to me, I'll tell you why,
Because she has more gold than I. But gold will melt and silver fly; True constant love will never die.