Butcher’s Boy – Damien Jurado – letras

She went upstairs to make her bedAnd not one word to her mother saidHer mother she went upstairs tooSaying, « Daughter, oh daughter, what troubles you? » »Oh mother, oh mother, I cannot tellThat butcher’s boy I love so wellHe courted me my life awayAnd now at home he will not stay » »There is a place in London townWhere that butcher’s boy goes and sits downHe takes that strange girl on his kneeHe tells her things he don’t tell me »Her father he comes home from workSaying, « Where is my daughter, she looks so hurt »He went upstairs to give her hopeFound her hanging from a ropeHe took his knife and he cut her downIn her bosom these words were found »Go dig my grave both wide and deepPlace a marble slab at my head and my feetAnd on my stone, place a snow white doveTo warn this world I died for love »Oh mother, oh motherMother meOh Lord, oh LordLord in me