When I Was a Young Girl (Live at Carnegie Hall; 2004 Remaster)

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 alehouse and into the jailhouse

Right out of the barroom and down to my grave

Come mama, come papa, and sit you beside me

Come mama, come papa, and pity my case

My poor heart is aching, my heart it is breakin'

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 wounds

My poor heart is aching, my heart it is breakin'

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 spied this young lady, all clad in white linen

All clad in white linen, 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 barroom

Right out of the alehouse and into the jailhouse

Right out of the barroom and down to my grave