The Butcher’s Boy

The Butcher’s Boy
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He went up stairs and the door he broke
And he found her hanging there on a ropa;
He took his knife and cut her down
And on her bosom these lines were found!
Oh, what a stily maid am I
To hang myself for a butcher toy
Go dig If 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 that I died for love,”