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Unfortunate Lass 
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 DT #350 Laws Q26