Young Girl's Lament

When I was a young girl Used to seek pleasure When I was a young girl Used to drink ale Out of the ale house And down to a jail house Right out of a barn room Down to my grave Had he but told me Before he shamed me Had but he told me About it in time I could have had potions And salts of white mercury But now I'm a young girl Cut down in my prime Get six young gamblers To carry my coffin Get me six young writers To sing me a song Put bunches of roses All over my coffin Roses to muffle The cloth as they fall When I was a young girl I used to seek pleasure When I was a young girl Used to drink ale Out of the ale house And down to a jail house My body is ruined They've left me to die