Collected and transcribed by Mary Celestia Parler Sung by Mrs. Pearl Brewer Pocahontas, Arkansas August 28, 1958 Reel 297, Item 4 The Butcher Boy (Fragment) She went upstairs to make her bed, And not one word to her mother said But, What a foolish girl am I To hang myself for a soldier boy. Her dear old father came running home, Inquiring where his daughter had gone, He ran upstairs and the door he broke. He found his daughter hung by a rope. He takened his knife and he cut her down, And in her bosom those lines were found, What a foolish girl am I To hang myself for a soldier boy. Go dig my grave both wide and deep, Place a marble stone at my head and feet, And on my breast a snow-white dove To prove to the world I died for love.Funding fo...