When I Was a Young Girl

When I was a young girl, I used to see pleasure When I was a young girl, I used to drink ale Right out of the alehouse and into the jailhouse Right out of the barroom and down to my grave Come mama, come papa, and sit you beside me Come mama, come papa, and pity my case My poor heart is aching, my heart it is breakin' My body salve-aided 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 My poor heart is aching, my heart it is breakin' My body salve-aided and hell is my home I want three young ladies to bear up my coffin I want three young ladies to take me along I want them to carry a bunch of wild roses To put on my body as I pass along One morning, one morning in May One morning, one morning in May I spied 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 see pleasure When I was a young girl, I used to drink ale Right out of the barroom Right out of the alehouse and into the jailhouse Right out of the barroom and down to my grave