Lyrics

When I was a young girl I used to seek pleasure
When I was a young girl, I used to drink ale
Out of the alehouse and into the jailhouse
Out of the madhouse and down to my grave

Come Mama Come Papa, come set you down by me
Come Mama, come Papa, and pity my case
My poor heart is achin’, my sad heart is breakin’
My body’s salivatin’ and I’m bound to die

Go send for the preacher to pray o’er my body
Go send for the doctor to stitch up my wounds
My poor head is achin’, my sad heart is breakin’
My body’s salivatin’ and hell is my doom

I want three young ladies to bare up my coffin
I want four young ladies to carry me on
I want them to hold a, a bunch of white roses
To lay on my body as I pass along

One morning, one morning, one morning in May
I spied this young lady all wrapped in white linen
All wrapped in white linen and cold as the clay