Written by Jörgen Elofsson
C G7 In Dublin Town C where I did dwell G7 A butcher boy C Iloved so well, Am He courted me Dm my life away G7 And now with me, C he will not stay,She went upstairs To go to bed And calling to Her mother said Bring me a chair Till I sit down And a pen and ink Till I write downG7 I wish I wish C But I wish in vain G7 I wish I was C A maid again? Am But a maid again Dm I ne'er can be G7 Till apples grow C On an ivy treeHe went upstairs And the door he broke And found her hanging From her rope He took his knife And cut her down And in her pocket These words he found: "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 of love".I wish I wish But I wish in vain I wish I was A maid again But a maid again I ne'er can be TiII apples grow On an ivy tree