here is a beautiful version of butcher boy from Russia. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oius1eEpghU

n Dublin town Where I did dwell
A butcher boy I loved so well
He courted me My life away
And now with me He will not stay

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
Till apples grow On an ivy tree

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 down

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
Till apples grow On an ivy tree

He 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"