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 out of the ale house then to jail house
 Straight out out of the bar house down to my grave
 Come mama come papa sit yee down by me
 Sit yee down by me and pity my case
 My poor head is aching sad heart is breaking
 My body salivated and I'm bound to die
 Go send for the preacher to come and pray on me
 Go send for the doctor to bind up my wounds
 My poor head is aching my sad heart is breaking
 My body salve-aded and hell is my home
 Get six fair young ladies to handle my coffin
 Six fair young ladies to bare up my body
 Each of them carrying a bunch of young lilies
 To put on my coffin as I pass along
 One morning one morning one morning in may
 I spy a young lady all wrapped in white linen
 Wrapped in white linen and cold as the clay