When I was a young girl I used to seek pleasure When I was a young girl I used to drink ale Straight out of the ale house down to the jail house Straight from the bar room 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 salvating and hell is my doom
Don’t send for the preacher to come and pray over 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 salvating and hell is my doom
One morning, one morning, one morning in May I spied this young maiden, all wrapped in white linen All wrapped in white linen and cold as the clay
When I was a young girl I used to seek pleasure When I was a young girl I used to drink ale Straight out of the ale house down to the jail house Straight from the bar room and down to my doomTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
