Butcher Boy

In Edinburgh town where I did dwell

The fisher's girl, I loved her well

I courted her for many days

She stole from me my heart away

There is an inn in that same town

And there my love sits herself down

She sits upon a stranger's knee

And tells him what she wouldn't tell me

The reason is, I'll tell you why

Because he's got more gold than I

But gold will melt and silver fly

In times of need he'll be as poor as I

Wrote a letter, wrote a song

Wrote a letter, wrote it long

On every line I dropped a tear

That every verse cried "Sarah dear"

I wrote a letter, wrote a song

I wrote a letter, wrote it long

On every line I dropped a tear

That every verse cried "Sarah dear"

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain

I wish she was a maid again

A maid again she'll never be

'Till apples grow on an orange tree