Connor Ridgeway
English 150
Wednesday 27 November 2013, 6 p.m. section
In that fair city where I did dwell
A butcher boy I knew right well
He courted me my life away
But now with me he will not stayI wish I wish I wish in vain
I wish I was a maid again
But a maid again I never will be
Till cherries grow on an ivy treeHe went upstairs and the door he broke
He found her hanging from a rope
He took a knife and cut her down
And in her pocket these words he foundOh make my grave large wide and deep
Put a marble stone at my head and feet
And in the middle a turtle dove
That the world may know I died for love. (p. 223)