Young Girls Lament

When I was a young girl used to seek pleasure
When I was a young girl used to drink ale.
Out of the ale house and down to a jail house.
Right out of a bar room, down to my grave.
Had he but told me, before he shamed me
Had he but told me about it in time.
I could’ve had potions and salts of white mercury.
Buty now I’m a young girl, cut down in her prime.
Get six young gamblers to carry my coffin
Get me six young riders to sing me a song.
But bunches of roses all over my coffin.
Roses to muffle the cluds as they fall.
When I was a young girl I used to seek pleasure.
When I was a young girl drink ale.
Out of the ale house and down down to a jail house
My body is ruined they’ve left me to die.