UNFORTUNATE LASS





As I was a-walking one fine summer's morning,

One fine summer's morning all early in May,

Who should I spy but my own daughter Mary,

All wrapped up in flannel some hot summer' s day.



"O mother, O mother, come sit you down by me,

Come sit you down by me and pity my case:

It's of a young officer lately deserted,

See how he has brought me to shame and disgrace."



"O daughter, O daughter, why hadn't you told me?

Why hadn't you told me, we'd took it in time,"

"I might have got salts and pills of white mercury,

But now I' m a young girl cut down in my prime. "



"O doctor, O doctor, come wash up your bottles,

Come wash up your bottles and wipe them quite dry,

My bones they are aching, my poor heart's a-breaking,

And I in a deep solemn fashion must die.



Have six jolly fellows to carry my coffin,

Have six pretty maidens to bear up my pall,

Give to each pretty fair maid a glass of brown ale

Saying, "Here lies the bones of a true-hearted girl".



Come rattle your drums and play your fifes merrily,

Merrily play the dead marches along,

And over my coffin tl@ow handfuls of laurel

Saying, "There goes a true-hearted girl to her home".'



From My Song is My Own, Henderson

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