When I Was A Young Girl

When I was younger

I used to seek pleasure

When I was younger

I used to drink ale

Straight out of the alehouse

Down to the jailhouse

Straight from the bottom

And down to my doom

Come mama, come papa

And sit you down by me

Come mama, come papa

And pity my case

My poor heart is aching

Sad heart is breaking

My body's salivating

And hell is my doom

Don't send for the preacher

To come and pray o'er me

Don't send for the doctor

He won't bind my wounds

My poor heart is aching

Sad heart is breaking

My body's salivating

And hell is my doom

One morning, one morning

One morning in May

I spied a young maiden

All wrapped in white linen

All wrapped in white linen

And cold as the clay

When I was younger

I used to seek pleasure

When I was younger

I used to drink ale

Straight out of the alehouse

Down to the jailhouse

Straight from the bottom

Down to my doom