When I was a young girl I used to see pleasure When I was a young girl I used to drink ale Right out of the ale house and into the jail house Right out of the bar room and down to my grave
Come mama come papa sit you beside me Come mama come papa and pity my case My poor heart is aching my heart it is breaking My body salve-aided and I'm bound to die
Go send for the preacher to come and pray for me Go send for the doctor to heal up my My poor heart is aching my heart it is breaking My body salve-aided and hell is my home
I want three young ladies to bear up my coffin I want three young ladies to take me along I want them to carry a bunch of wild roses To put on my body as I pass along
One morning one morning in may One morning one morning in may I spy this young lady all clad in white linnen All clad in white linnen cold as a clay
When I was a young girl I used to see pleasure When I was a young girl I used to drink ale Right out of the bar room Right out of the ale house and into the jail house Right out of the bar room down to my grave
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