| When I was a young girl I used to seek pleasure
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| When I was a young girl I used to drink ale
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| Out of the ale house and into the jail house
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| Right out of the bar room and down to my grave
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| Come mama come papa sit you beside me
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| Come mama come papa and pity my case
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| My poor head is aching my heart it is breaking
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| My body’s salve-aided and I’m bound to die
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| Go send for the preacher to come and pray for me
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| Go send for the doctor to heal up my wounds
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| My poor head is aching my heart it is breaking
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| My body’s salve-aided and hell is my home
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| I want three young ladies to bear up my coffin
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| I want three young ladies to take me along
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| I want them to carry a bunch of wild roses
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| To put on my body as I pass along
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| One morning one morning in May
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| One morning one morning in May
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| I spy this young lady all clad in white linens
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| All clad in white linens and cold as a clay
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| When I was a young girl I used to seek pleasure
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| When I was a young girl I used to drink ale
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| Out of the ale house and into the jail house
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| Right out of the bar room down to my grave |