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 jailhouse Straight from the barroom 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 salivating 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 salivating and hell is my doom One morning, one morning, one morning in May I spied a 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 jailhouse Straight from the barroom and down to my doom