The Pills Of White Mercury

As I was a-walking by the banks o' the Ugie
 Come, my dear friends, and this story I'll relate
 I spied a dear comrade all dressed in white flannel
 Dressed in white flannel and cruel was his fate
 Oh the mercury was beating, the limestone was reeking
 His tongue all in flames hung over his chin
 A hole in his bosom, his teeth were a-closing
 Bad luck to the girlie that gied him the glim
 Chorus (after each verse):
 And had she but told me, oh when she dishonored me
 Had she but told me of it in time
 I might have been cured by those pills of white mercury
 Now I'm a young man cut down in my prime
 My parents, they warned me and oft times they chided
 With those young flash girls do not sport and play
 I never listened, no, I never heeded
 I just carried on in my own wicked way
 It's down on the corner two flash girls were talking
 One to the other did whisper and say
 "There goes that young man who once was so jolly
 Now for his sins his poor body must pay"
 Oh doctor, dear doctor, before your departure
 Take all these bottles of mercury away
 Send for the minister to say a prayer over me
 So they can lay my poor body in the clay
 Now get you six fellows to carry my coffin
 Six pretty fair maids to bear up my pall
 Give each of them there a bunch of red roses
 When they pass by me, they'll not know the smell