When I Was A Young Girl

When I was a young girl I used to seek pleasure
When I was a young girl I used to drink ale
Straight out of the ale house down to the jail house
Straight from the bar room and down to my doom

Come mama come papa and sit you down by me
Come mama come papa and pity my case
My poor heart is aching, sad heart is breaking
My body's salvating and hell is my doom

Don’t send for the preacher to come and pray over me
Don’t send for the doctor, he won’t bind my wounds
My poor heart is aching, sad heart is breaking
My body's salvating and hell is my doom

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

When I was a young girl I used to seek pleasure
When I was a young girl I used to drink ale
Straight out of the ale house down to the jail house
Straight from the bar room and down to my doom