{"id":130,"date":"2008-09-12T21:22:06","date_gmt":"2008-09-12T19:22:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tale-of-tales.com\/ThePath\/blog\/?p=130"},"modified":"2008-09-12T22:21:06","modified_gmt":"2008-09-12T20:21:06","slug":"the-butchers-boy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tale-of-tales.com\/ThePath\/blog\/2008\/09\/12\/the-butchers-boy\/","title":{"rendered":"The Butcher&#8217;s Boy"},"content":{"rendered":"[audio:thebutchersboy.mp3]\n<p><b><a href=http:\/\/www.last.fm\/music\/Half+Asleep\/_\/The+Butcher%27s+Boy>The Butcher&#8217;s Boy<\/b><\/a> by <a href=http:\/\/www.last.fm\/music\/Half+Asleep>Half Asleep<\/a><\/p>\n<p>Another lovely contemporary rendition of an american (Appalachian in this case) folk song.<br \/>\nAnother tragedy for a young girl in the lyrics&#8230; <\/p>\n<p><i><br \/>\nShe went upstairs to make her bed<br \/>\nAnd not one word to her mother said<\/p>\n<p>Her mother she went upstairs too<br \/>\nSaying, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Daughter, oh daughter, what troubles you?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh mother, oh mother, I cannot tell<br \/>\nThat butcher\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s boy I love so well<\/p>\n<p>He courted me my life away<br \/>\nAnd now at home he will not stay\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153There is a place in London town<br \/>\nWhere that butcher\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s boy goes and sits down<\/p>\n<p>He takes that strange girl on his knee<br \/>\nAnd tells to her what he won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t tell me\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p>Her father he came up from work<br \/>\nSaying, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Where is my daughter, she seems so hurt\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p>He went upstairs to give her hope<br \/>\nAnd found her hanging from a rope<\/p>\n<p>He took his knife and cut her down<br \/>\nAnd in her bosom these words were found<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Go dig my grave both wide and deep<br \/>\nPlace a marble slab at my head and feet<\/p>\n<p>And over my coffin, place a snow white dove<br \/>\nTo warn the world that I died of love<\/i><\/p>\n<p><a href=http:\/\/sniff.numachi.com\/pages\/tiBUTCHBOY;ttBUTCHBOY.html>alternate lyrics and sheet music here<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>[audio:thebutchersboy.mp3] The Butcher&#8217;s Boy by Half Asleep Another lovely contemporary rendition of an american (Appalachian in this case) folk song. Another tragedy for a young girl in the lyrics&#8230; She went upstairs to make her bed And not one word to her mother said Her mother she went upstairs too Saying, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Daughter, oh daughter, what [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/tale-of-tales.com\/ThePath\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/tale-of-tales.com\/ThePath\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/tale-of-tales.com\/ThePath\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tale-of-tales.com\/ThePath\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tale-of-tales.com\/ThePath\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=130"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/tale-of-tales.com\/ThePath\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":135,"href":"https:\/\/tale-of-tales.com\/ThePath\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130\/revisions\/135"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/tale-of-tales.com\/ThePath\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=130"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tale-of-tales.com\/ThePath\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=130"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tale-of-tales.com\/ThePath\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=130"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}