As I walked out of St. James' Hospital
St. James' Hospital early one morn
I spied my only fairest daughter
Wrapped up in white linen as cold as the clay.
So beat your drums slowly and play your pipes
And play the dead march as you bear me along
Take me to the churchyard and throw the ground
For I'm a young maiden and I know I've done
Once on the street I used to look handsome
Once on the street I used to dress gay
'Twas first to the ale house, then to the dance
Then to the poor house, and now to my grave.
Oh come, dear mother, and sit beside me
Oh sit beside me and pity my case
For my head it is aching, my heart it is
With sore lamentations I know I've done wrong.
Oh send for the minister to pray o'er my body
Oh send for the doctor to heal up my wounds
Oh send for the young man that first came to
That I may see him before I am gone.
Oh send for the young sailors to carry my coffin
Oh send for a young man to sing me a song
Get four pretty maidens with a bunch of red
To place on my coffin as you carry me along.