When I was, a young girl I used to seek pleasure, When I was a young girl I used to drink ale; Right out of the alehouse and into the jailhouse, Out of a barroom and down to my grave.
Come Papa, come Mama, and sit you down by me, Come sit you down by me and pity my case; My poor head is aching, my sad heart is breaking, My body's salivated 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 head is aching, my sad heart is breaking, My body's salivated, and Hell is my doom.
I want four young ladies to bear up my coffin, I want three young maidens to carry me on, And each of them carry a bunch of wild roses, To lay on my body as I pass along.
One morning, one morning, one morning in May, I spied this young lady all clad in white linen, All clad in white linen and cold as the clay.