Chords for Sinead O'Connor - The Butcher Boy

[D] _ [Eb] _ _ [F] _ _ In _
_ [Cm] _ [D] _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
_ Dublin [F] _ town, _ _ where [Bb] I did dwell, _ _
A butcher [Cm] boy, _ _ _ my love [F] so rare, _
He [Bb] courted _ me, _ my [Cm] life, oh, _ _ _ _ now [F] and me. _ _ _
[Fm] He will [Bb] not stay, [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _
I wish I [F] were him, _ _ _ but I wish [Bb] in vain, _ _ _
I wish I [Cm] _ was _ _ _ made [F] _ again, _ _ but made [Gm] _ again. _ _
I never [Cm] can be, _ till [F] apples grow _ _ on an [Bb] ivy tree. _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ [A] _ [Bb] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb]
She went [F] _ upstairs _ to go [Bb] to bed, _ _
And calling [Cm] to _ her _ mother [F] _ _ _ said,
Bring me [Bb] a chair, _ _ till I [Cm] sit _ down, _
I'm [F] depending, _ _ _ _ till I [Bb] write down. _ _
I wish [F] I were _ him, but I wish in [Bb] _ vain, _ _
I wish I [Cm] _ _ _ was _ made [F] _ again, _ _ but made [Gm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Cm] again.
_ I never can be, till [F] apples grow _ _ _ on an [Bb] ivy [Eb] tree.
_ [Bb] _
He went [F] _ upstairs, _ _ and the door [Bb] he broke, _ _
And found [Cm] her _ hanging _ _ from [F] a rope, _ _
He took [Gm] his knife _ _ _
_ _ _ [Cm] _ down, _ _ and in [F] her pocket, _ _
These [Bb] words he [Eb] found, [Bb] _
[Eb] oh, make [F] my _ grave, _
Large, [Bb] wide, and deep, _ _
_ _ [Cm] Put a marble stone [Eb] at my head and [F] feet, _ _ _
And in [Gm] them _ _ _ _ a _ [Cm] _ _ turtledove, _
So the world [F] may _ _ _ know, I [Bb] died of love.
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