When I was a young girl
I used to seek 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
Right down to my grave
Come mama, come papa
Sit you beside me
Come mama, come papa
Pity my case
Cause my head it is aching
My heart it is breaking
My body salve-aided
Ooh 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 wounds
Cause my head it is aching
Ooh and my heart it is breaking
My body salve-aided
And hell is my home oh
I want three young ladies
Hey hey to bear up my coffin
I want three young ladies
To take me along
You know that I want them
To carry a bunch of wild roses
To lay on my body
Ooh as I pass along
One morning, one morning
One morning in May
One morning, one morning in May
I spy this young lady
All clad in white linen
All clad in white linen
Cold as a clay
When I was a young girl
I used to seek pleasure
When I was a young girl
I used to drink ale
Right out of the ale house
Mmm and into the jail house
Right out of the bar room
And right down to my grave