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 ale house and into the jail house
Right out of the bar room and down to my grave
Come mama come papa sit you beside me
Come mama come papa and pity my case
My poor heart is aching my heart it is breaking
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 breaking
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 spy this young lady all clad in white linnen
All clad in white linnen 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 bar room
Right out of the ale house and into the jail house
Right out of the bar room down to my grave
Sebastian Mure 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 ale house and into the jail house Right out of the bar room and down to my grave Come mama come papa sit you beside me Come mama come papa and pity my case My poor heart is aching my heart it is breaking 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 breaking 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 spy this young lady all clad in white linnen All clad in white linnen 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 bar room Right out of the ale house and into the jail house Right out of the bar room down to my grave Explain Request ×
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