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