1. Butcher Boy

Trad. Arrangement © 2015 Gene and Gayla Mills
Gene Mills, guitar and vocals; Gayla Mills, bass and vocals


She went upstairs and made her bed
And not a word to her mother said
Her mother she went upstairs too
Saying “Oh, my daughter, what’s troubling you”

“Oh, mother dear, I cannot tell
That butcher boy I love so well
He’s courted me my life away
And now at home he will not stay

There is a place in London Town
That butcher boy goes and sits down
He takes a strange girl on his knee
And he tells to her what he won’t tell me”

Her father he came home from work
Saying “Where’s my daughter? She seems so hurt”
He went upstairs to give her hope
And he found her hanging by a rope

He took his knife and he cut her down
And on her bosom this note he found
“Go dig my grave, both wide and deep
Put a marble slab at my head and feet
And at my breast put a snow white dove
To tell the world that I died for love”