As I was a walking
Down by the loch
As I was a walking one morning of late
Who should I spy
But my own dear comrade?
Wrapped up in flannel
So hard is his fate
I boldly stepped up to
And kindly did ask him
Why are you wrapped up in flannel so white?
My body is injured
And sadly disordered
All by a young woman
My own heart's delight
Oh had she but told me
When she disordered me
Had she but told me of it at the time
I might have got salts
Or pills of white mercury
But now I'm cut down
In the height of my prime
Get six pretty maidens
To carry my coffin
And six pretty maidens
To bear up my pall
And give to each of them
Bunches of roses
That they may not smell me
As they go along
And heaven is what you've listened.
