When I Was A Young Girl Lyrics - Wanda Jackson

WHEN I WAS A YOUNG GIRL 

TRADITIONAL 

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 ale house and into the jail house 

Right out of the bar room and down to my grave 

Come mama come papa sit you beside me 

Come mama come papa and pity my case 

My poor heart is aching my heart it is breaking 

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 

My poor heart is aching my heart it is breaking 

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 spy 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 bar room 

Right out of the ale house and into the jail house 

Right out of the bar room down to my grave