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