Barbara Dane When I Was A Young Girl

Anthology of American Folk Songs: Tradition Years Just so it is known I DID NOT put an ad on this. thank Google. lyrics: (via crystalpickle) When I was a young girl I use to seek pleasure, When I was a young girl I use to drink ale; Straight out of the ale house, then to the jail house, Straight out of the bar room, down to my grave. Come papa, come mama, sit you down by me, Sit you down by me, and pity my case; My poor head is aching, my sad heart is breaking, My body s salvated and I m bound to die. Go send for the preacher to come and pray over me, Send for the doctor, to bind up my wounds; My poor head is aching, my sad heart is breaking, My body s salvated and hell is my doom. Get six fair young ladies to handle my coffin; Six fair young ladies to bear up my Each of them carrying a bunch of white lilies, To lay on my coffin as I pass along. One morning, one morning, one morning in May, I spied