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