As I was a-walking down by the Royal Albion,
oh bright was the sunshine and warm was the day,
I spied a young woman, wrapped up in white linen,
wrapped up in white linen,and colder than clay.
I asked her what ailed her, I asked her what failed her,
I asked her the cause of all her complaint.
It's all on account of some handsome young sailor,
'Tis he that has caused me to weep and lament.
And had he but told me before he disordered me,
Had he but told me of it in time,
I might have got pills and salts of white mercury,
But now I'm cut down in the height of my prime.
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But i will wear my heart upon
my sleeve for Daws to peck at
I am not what i am...
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If all God did was save your soul, wouldn't it be enough?
If you don't come by the way of the cross, you will never come at all.
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But i will wear my heart upon
my sleeve for Daws to peck at
I am not what i am...
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If all God did was save your soul, wouldn't it be enough?
If you don't come by the way of the cross, you will never come at all.