Bad Girl

One morning, one morning, one morning in May
I met this young lady wrapped up in white linen,
All dressed in white linen, 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.
Right out of an ale house down into the jailhouse,
Right out of the barroom down to my grave.

“Come mama, come papa, and sit you down by me,
Sit you down by me and pity my case.
For my poor head is achin, my poor heart is breakin,
I am a poor young girl and I know Ive done wrong.
“Go send for the preacher to come and pray for me
Send for the doctor to heal up my wounds.
For my poor head is achin , my sad heart is breakin,
My bodys salivated and I know I must die.”
One morning, one morning, one morning in May
I met this young lady wrapped up in white linen,
All dressed in white linen, cold as the clay.