| Lyrics: | 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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