In[D] Moore[A] street where I was[D] born,
A butcher[G] boy[A] I loved right[D] well,
He courted me my[A] life away,
And[A7] now with me he will not[D] stay,
[2]
I wish my baby it was born,
And smiling on its daddy's knee,
And my poor body to be dead and gone,
With the long green grass growing over me.
[3]
He went upstairs and the door he broke,
And found her hanging by a rope,
He took his knife and he cut her down,
And in her pocket these words he found.
[4]
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.
