Lyrics
When I was a young girl I used to seek pleasure
When I was a young girl I used to drink ale
Straight out out of the ale house then to jail house
Straight out out of the bar house down to my grave
Come mama come papa sit yee down by me
Sit yee down by me and pity my case
My poor head is aching sad heart is breaking
My body salivated and I'm bound to die
Go send for the preacher to come and pray on me
Go send for the doctor to bind up my wounds
My poor head is aching my sad heart is breaking
My body salve-aded and hell is my home
Get six fair young ladies to handle my coffin
Six fair young ladies to bare up my body
Each of them carrying a bunch of young lilies
To put on my coffin as I pass along
One morning one morning one morning in may
I spy a young lady all wrapped in white linen
Wrapped in white linen and cold as the clay
